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ISO Heavily streamed his red blood from bis side ;
He fell on the heather on Lena.
The king bent o'er the hero in the throes (of death),
And he called the youths who were strongest.
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" Oscar and Fillau, my two sons,*
185 Eaise Orla's memory with goodwill ;
Beneath a stone lay ye the brown-haired chief,
Far from his lovely wife in Lotha.
Here let him rest alone,
In the narrow rayless house of lasting gloom,
190 Far from Lotha of loud sounds —
(Far) from his hall, his warriors, (and) his love.
Weakness shall find his l)ow in his house —
Pithless men will try to l)end it ;
His staghounds wUl howl along the glens,
195 And the boars which he hunted wUl rejoice.
Fallen is the hand mighty in battle ;
The head of great chiefs has passed away.
" Raise the voice, and sound of horns,
Faultless youths of Morven.
200 To-night I return to Swaran,
And with music will lighten his grief.
Oscar, Fillan, and Ryno,
Speed over the heathery plain on Lena,
Fingal charges
Filial! and
Oscar to raise
tlie t.oiiil. „f
Orla, aii^i In
treat liis uh
morj' witli all
honour.
He proposes
to visit Swaran
in orderto con-
sole him ; and
softened ap-
parently liy
the death of
Orla, he orders
his two sons,
Fillan and
to bend it. His faithful dogs howl on his hills ; his boars which
he used to pursue rejoice. Fallen is the arm of battle ! the mighty
among the valiant is low ! Exalt the voice, and blow the horn, ye
sons of the king of Morven ! Let us go back to Swaran to send
the night away on song. Fillan, Oscar, and Ryno, fly over the
heath of Lena. Where, Eyno, art thou, young son of fame 1 Thou