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82 FINGAL BOOK v.
heath I (hall die ; and foreign bards will talk of
me. My broad belt covers my wound of death.
And now I give it to the wind."^
The dark blood poured from his fide, he fell
pale on the heath of Lena. Fingal bends over
him as he dies, and cal's his younger heroes.
" Ofcar and Fillan, my fons, raife high the
memory of Orla. Here let the dark-haired hero
reft far from the fpoufe of his love. Here let him
refl in his narrow houfe far from the found of
Loda. The fons of the feeble will find his bow at
home, but will not be able to bend it. His faith-
ful dogs howl on his hills, and his boars, which
he ufed to purfue, rejoice. Fallen is the arm of
battle ; the mighty among the valiant is low !
" Exalt the voice, and blow the horn, ye fons
of the king of Morven : let us go back to Swaran,
and fend the night away on fong. Fillin, Ofcar,
and Ryno, fly, over the heath of Lena. Where,
Ryno, art thou, young fon of fame ? Thou art
not wont to be the laft to anfwer thy father."
« Ryno," faid Ulhn firft of bards, «« is with the
awful forms of his fathers. ^With Trathal king of
fliields, and Trenmor of the mighty deeds. The
youth is low, the youth is pale, he lies on Lena's
heath.'*
"And