Ossian Collection > Fingal

68 FINGAL.
*' Oh, yes, my father, yes ; thy breast
Hath oft been pillow to this head,
But fondness, loveliness, and rest
Are from thy lost Gelchossa fled.'
" Cheer thee my child, we must away,
Heav'n's holy priest our lives hatli spar'd,
But should we here continuing stay,
Impending sentence hath declar'd.'
" My father, hear me,' craz'd and wild
She cries, " he who the sentence gives,
E'en the high priest, his is the child
That in Gelchossa's bosom lives.
Alas ! how should the unhappy tell
What irresistible dark spell
Won from unholy magic's charms,
Betray'd her to the undoer's arms.
Night after night, dead slumbers came
Upon her : she knew not the cause ;