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

A POE^f. i-ji
na of beams : fo kt us turn our eyes to Trenmor,
the father of kings.
Wide, in Caracha's echoing field, Carmal had
poured his tribes. They were a dark ridge of
waves ; the gray-haired bards were hke moving
foam on their face. They kindled the ftrife a-
round with their red-rolling eyes. Nor alone were
the dwellers of rocks-, a fon of Loda was there ; a'
voice, in his own dark land, to call the ghofts from
high. On his hill, he had dwelt, in Lochlin, in
the midft of a leaflefs grove. Five ftcnes lifted,'
near, their heads. Loud-roared his rufning ft ream.
He often raifed his voice to winds, when meteors
marked their nightly wings ; when the dark-cruft-
ed moon was ro]led behind her hill. ;
Nor unheard of ghofts was he ! They came with
the found of eagle-wings. They turned battle, in
fields, before the kings of men.
But, Trenm.or, they turned not from battle -, he
drew forward the troubled war •, in its dark fkirt
was Trathal, like a rifing light. It was dark ; and
Loda's fon poured forth his figns, on night. The
feeble were not before thee, fon of other lands!
Then ' rofe the ftrife of kings, about the hill of
night ; but it was foft as two furamer gales, ftia-
king their light wings, on a lake. Trenmor yield-
ed to his fon ; for the fame of the king was heard.
Trathai