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

242 dARRIC-THtTRA :
Morven ! in battles of the fpear. But, in peace,
thou art like the fun, when he looks through a
iilent fhower : the flowers lift their fair heads be-
fore him ; and the gales fhake their wings. O
that thou wert in Sora f that my feaft were fpread !
The future kings of Sora would fee thy arms and
rejoice. They would rejoice at the fame of their
fathers, who beheld the mighty Fin-^^al.
« Son of Annir," replied the king, « the fame
of Sora's race fhall be heard. When chiefs are
ftrong in battle, then does the fong arife ! But if
their Iwords are ftretched over the feeble : if the
blood of the weak has ftained their arms ; the bard=
fhall forget them in the fong, and their tombs {halt
not be known. The flranger fhall come and build
there, and remove the heaped-up earth. An half-
worn fword fhall rife before him ; and bending
above it, he will fay, " Thefe are the arms of
chiefs of old, but their names are not in fong.
Come thou, O Frothal, to the feaft of Iniftore ;
let the maid of thy love be there : and our faces
will brighten with joy."
Fingal took his fpear, moving in the fteps of
his might. The gates of Carric-thura are opened.
The feaft of fhells is fpread. The voice of mufic
arofe. Gladnefs brightened in the hall. The voice'
©f Uilin was heard : the harp of Seiraa was ftrung,
Utha