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To bear his word o'er the hill to the host.
215 On Cromla sat the king on high,
And we moved as moved his sword.
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Gladness rose on generous Oscar —
His ruddy cheek and eye in tears ;
As a flame of fire (was) his sword in his hand,
220 And gently he spoke to Ossian :
" Euler in conflict of hard-gashing strokes,
Skilful father, hear my voice.
Get thee to the strong king of Morven —
Grant me my due of thy reuoAvn.
225 If, in the battle, here I fall,
Eemember the bosom white as snow.
My love, a sunbeam lonely —
White-handed daughter of Toscar of hosts.
Her red cheek rests on a far-off rock,
230 Bending slowly over the wave ;
Her soft hair flowing round her head,
While for Oscar she raises her voice.
Tell (her) that I am on the hill.
That my pale wraith is on the wind,
235 That on the fast-fleeting cloud I will meet
My love, the daughter of heroic Toscar."
Oscar begs of
his father,
Ossian, to
retire with
Fin-al, so
that lie (Osear)
might obtaiu
his due share
of renown ;
and, in the
event of his
fall, commits
Malvlna to his
care.
" Lay, Oscar, lay vie in the grave.
Ossian en-
treats his son
Ossian. If here I fall, chief, remem'ber that hreast of snow, the
lonely sunheam of my love, the white-handed daughter of Toscar !
For, with red cheek from the rock bending over the stream, her soft
hair flies about her bosom, as she pours the sigh for Oscar. Tell
her I am on my hills, a lightly-bounding son of the ■wind ; tell her
that in a cloud I may meet the lovely maid of Toscar." Eaise,