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

66 FINGAL
was the voice of the king of Morven to the war-
riors of his land : often had he led them to battle,
and returned with the fpoiis of the foe.
" Come to battle," faid tlie king, *« ye children
of the florm, Come to the death of thoufands.
Comhal's fon will fee the fight. My fword fhall
wave on that hill, and be the fliield of my people.
But never may you need it, warriors ; while the
fon of Morni fights, the chief of mighty men.
He lliall lead my battle ; that his fame may rife in
the fong- O ye ghofts of heroes dead ! ye riders
of the ftorm of Cromla ! receive my falling people
wjth joy, and bring them to your hills. And may
the blaft of Lena carry them over my feas, that
they may come to ray filent dreams, and delight
sny foul in reft.
*< Fillan and Ofcar, of the dark-brown hair,.
fair Rynoi with the pointed fteel ! advance with
valour to the fight •, and behold the fon of Morni,
Let your fwords be like his in the ftrife ! and be-
hold the deeds of his hands. Proteil the friends
of your father : and remember the chiefs of old.
My children, I fhall fee you yet, though here
ye fhould fall in Erin. Soon fliall our cold, pale
ghofts meet in a cloud, and fly over the hills of
Cona.'*
Now