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

Booi^ rir. AN EPIC POEM. 49
the roes of Duth-ula •, he fpread the lonely feaft.
Seven nights he laid ]\is head on the tomb, and
faw his father in his dreams. He faw him rolled
dark, in a blaft, like the vapour of reedy Lego. —
At length the lleps of Colgan ' came, the bard of
high Temora. Duth-caron received his fame, and
brightened, as he rofe on the vr'md."
" Pleafant to the ear," fald Fingal, " is the
praife of the kings of men ; when their bows are
ftrong in battle ; when they foften at the fight of
the fad. Thus let my name be renowned, when
bards fliall lighten my riling foul. Carril, fon of
Kinfena ; take the bards and raife a tomb. To-
night let Connal dwell, within his narrow houfe :
let not the foul of the valiant wander on the winds.
Faint glimmers the moon on Moi-lena, through
the broad-headed groves of the hill : raife ftones,
beneath its beams, to all the fallen in war. Though
no chiefs were they, yet their hands were ftrong
in fight. They were my rock in danger : the
mountain from which I fpread my eagle-wings.
Thence am I renowned : Carril forget not the low."
Loud, at once, from the hundred bards, rofe
the fong of the tomb. Carril ftrode before them ;
they are the murmur of ftreams behind him.
Silence dwells in the vales of Moi-lena, where each,
vith its own dark ftream, is winding betv/een the
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