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1 18 CONXATH AND CUTHONA.
— And on the dark blue isle, in beaming light 45
Now Ossian's friends appear indeed in sight.
With its grey, mossy rocks, and bending tree-,
The cave of" Thona too he phiinly sees.
Before its mouth a roaring stream is seen
And o'er its course bends Topcar, grave in mien. 5('>
Sad by his side is I'crcuth, full of fears ;
And his lov'd maid sits distant, and in tears.
Blow the brisk winds deceptive o'er the mam?
Or, do 1 hear their words distinct and plain ?
TOSCAR.
The night was stormy. From their airy height 55
The groining oak& came down with pond'rous weight:
The darkly tumbling sea, with dreadful roar
Beneath the blast clim'd up the rocky shore :
With dread approach the frequent lightning came
And shew d the blasted fern by its bright gleam. — 60
And, still to add more terror to my plight,
Fercuth, I saw the sable ghost of night !
Upon that bank he stood in silent mood :
His robe ol mist flew on the wind abroad :
His tears bespoke the grief, that in him wrought : 65
An aged man he seem'd, and full of thought.
FERCUTH.
It was thy father, Toscar, who foresees
Among his noiile race some near decease :
Such he, before the great Ma-ronnan died.
In visage seem'd on Cromla's shaggy side. 70
Ullin, where blows the wind of fragrant gales,
With matted grass how pleasant arc thy vales !
Near thy blue rolling streams still silence reigns,
And genial sunbeams fall upon thy plains.
Soft sounds the lyre in Selama's mansion high, 75
And sweet on Cromla is the hunter's cry : —