Ossian Collection > Morison's edition of the Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal

<?4 FINGAL;
I called him like a diftant ftream. " My fon
return over Lena. No further purfue the foe,"
I faid, " though Offian is behind ihee." He came;
and lovely in my ear was Ofcar's founding ileel.
" Why didft thou ftop my hand," he faid, " till
death had covered all ? For dark and dreadful by
the ftream they met thy fon and Fillan. They
watched the terrors of the night. Our fwords
have conquered fome. But as the winds of night
pour the ocean over the white fands of Mora, fo
dark advance the fons of Lochlin over Lena's ruf-
tling heath. The ghofts of night fhriek afar ; and
I have feen the meteors of death. Let me awake
the king of Morven, he that fmiles in danger ;
for he is like the fon of heaven that rifes in a
ftorm."
Fingal had ft^artcd from a dream, and leaned on
Trenmor's fhield •, the dark-brown fhield of his
fathers ; which they had lifted of old in the bat-
tles of their race. The hero had feen in his reft
the mournful form of Agandecca ; fhe came from
the way of the ocean, and flowly, lonely, moved
over Lena. Her face was pale like the mifl; of
Cromla ; and dark were the tears of her cheek.
She often raifed her dim hand from her robe ;
her robe which was of the clouds of the defart : flie
raifed