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

94 CATH-LODA
left mine ear ? I hear no diftant roar of ftreams,
no found of the harp, from the rocks ! Come,
thou hunfrefs of Lutha, fend back his foul to the
bard.
I look forward to Lochlin of lakes, to the dark,
ridgy bay of U-thorno, where Fingal defcended
from ocean, from the roar of winds. Few are
fhe heroes of Morven, in a land unknown ! Starno'
fenta dweller of Loda, to bid Fingal to the feaft :
but the king remembered the paft, and all his rage
arofe.
Nor Gormal's mofly towers ; nor Starno fhall
Fingal behold. Deaths wander, like fhadows, over
his fiery foul. Do I forget that beam of light,
the white-handed daughter f' of kings ? Go, fon of
Loda; his words are but blafts to Fingal : blafts,
that, to and fro, roll the thiftle in autumnal vales.
Duth-maruno = , arm of death ! Cromma-glaSj,"
of iron fhieldsl Struthmor, dweller of battle's
wing! Cormar, v/hofe Ihips bound on feas, care-
lefs as the courfe of a meteor, on dark ftreaming
clouds! Arife, around me, children of heroes, in
a land unknovm. Let each look on his fhield, like
Trenmor, the ruler of battles. " Come down,
faid the king, thou dweller between the harps.
Thou fhalt roll this ftream away, or dwell with me
in earth," .
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