Ossian Collection > Original collection of the poems of Ossian, Orrann, Ulin, and other bards, who flourished in the same age

'21* OINA-MORUL,
The royal maid of Fuarfed itprov'd,
W!io knew luy «ou] by liarmony was mov'd.
And plaintive sung! — Who pSac'd on yonder rock
O'er rolling ocean casts a parting look.
Upon the blast bis hair disslievell'd Hies;
His bosom heaves, with sorrow streams his eyes.
Retire, disconsolate youth, thy love is gone
To M'ander in a distant land unknown;
Though fame extols that race of kings yet true,
To her first love, she'll ever think of you ;
And doonj'd in misery htT days to end,
Shall curse the fate that made our sires contend.
Sweet voice, I said, forliear thy plaintive moanj,.
Thou shalt not wander in a land unknown.
Descended from tiie daring Trenmor's race,
This bosom clierishes no passion base;
it scorns to act a low ignoble part:
And knowing now to whom inclines thy heart,
Thy sire to mollify shall be my care;
Tlien ease thy fears and back to rest repair.
At break of day the captive prince I sought,
And to the presence of Mal-orchol brought;
Whom I address'd ! Why treat a youth with scorn :
Of worth, of bravery, and nobly born,
For fame, not hatred, your forefathers fought ;
Their rivalship, in arms, should be forgot,
Since now the chiefs, in Odin's hall above,
Tlie happy seat of harmony and love: