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

CATH-LODA
boars of mift, along the flcirts of winds. The
chiefs ftood filent around, as the ftones of Loda,
on their hill. The traveller fees them through the
twilight, from his lonely path. He thinks them
the ghofts of the aged, forming future wars.
Night came down on U-thorno. Still ftood the
chiefs in their grief. The blaft hiffed, by turns,
through every warrior's hair. Fingal, at length,
burfted forth from the thoughts of his foul. He
called Ullin of harps, and bade the fong to rife.
No falling fire, that is only feen, and then retires
in night ; no departing meteor was Crathmo -crau-
lo's chief. He was like the ftrong-beaming fun,
long rejoicing on his hill. Call the names of his
fathers, from their dwellings of old.
I-thorno ^ , faid the bard, that rifeft midft ridgy
feas ! Why is thy head {o gloomy, in the ocean's
mift ? From thy vales came forth a race fearlefs as
thy ftrong winged eagles j the race of Colgorm of
iron fliields, dwellers of Loda's hall.
In Tormoth's refounding ifle, arofe Lurthan,
ftreamy hill. It bent its woody head above a filent
vale. There, at foamy Cruruth's fource, dwelt
Rurmar, hunter of boars. His daughter was fair
as a fun-beam, white-bofomed Strinadona !
Many a king of heroes, and hero of iron fhields ;
many a youth of heavy locks came to Rurmar's
echoing