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.Book I.] TEMORA. 89
* Convey xnr, 0:-;sian, to my native hills; 330
* And there the btones of my renown ereet.
* Within my narrow house the cla'-ion-liorn
* Whicli ceho'd to the deer, and my bright sword
* Near me deposit. — In the days to come,
* When heady torrents have dislodg'd the mound, 335
' The hunter may descry the lading steel,
* And say, " This once was Oscar's deathful sword."
* And fallest thou, son of my sounding fame,
* And shall I, Oscar, never see thee more ?'
* When others hear, in raptures, of their sons, 340
* / shall not hear of thee. On thy four stones
' Grey grows the moss ; and with a hollow sound
* There blows the mournful wind. W^ithout liis aid
* The battle shall be fought. The dark-brown hinds
* He shall no more pursue. When back from wars 3i5
* The hero comes, nnd tells of other lands,
" I ha\e beheld a tomb,' * he will announce,'
" The shaded dwelling of a chief of fame,
*' Close by the roaring stream. The warrior fell
" By car-borne Oscar, first of mortal men," 3o0
* I pcrad venture too shall hear his voice,
* And briglifning joy beam orient in my soul.'
Full-charg'd with grief, down would the clouds of night
Have louring fail'n ; and sorrows sable gloom
O'erhung the following morn : — our weeping chiefs, 255
Like dropping rocks on thill Moi-lena's plain,
Forgetful of the war would have remain'd :
Had not the royal chief his grief dispers'd
And rais'd his mighty voice. Then, all at once.
As new-aw;iken'd from a transient dream, 360
The rising chiefs lift up their heads around.