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

46 TEMORA : book iir.
he returns, like a light from a cloud. He lifted
the fword in wrath : they flirunk before blue-
fiiielded Gaul i
'« Joy, like the rtiftling gale, comes on the foul
of the king. He remembers the battles of old ;
the days, wherein his fathers fought. The days of
old return on Fingal's mind, as he beholds the re-
nown of his fon. As the fun rejoices, from his
cloud, over the tree his beanjs have raifed, as it
fliakes its lonely head on the heath ; fo joyful is
the king over Fillan.
*' As the rolling of thunder on hills, when La-
ra's fields are ftill and dark, fuch are the fteps of
Morven pleafant and dreadful to the ear. They
return with their found, like eagles to their dark-
browed rock, after the prey is torn on the fiqld,
the dun fons of the bounding hind. Your fathers
rejoice from their clouds, fons of ftreamy Cona."
Such was the nightly voice of bards, on Mora of
the hinds. A flame rofe, from an hundred oaks,
•which winds had torn from Cormul's fteep. The
feaft is fpread in the midft : around fat the gleam-
ing chiefs. Fingai is there in his ftrength j the ea-
gle-wing "" of his helmet founds : the ruftling blafts
of the v<reft, unequal rufhed through night. Long
looked the king in filence round : at length his
words were heard.
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