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" Carul, from the time that has declined,
Thy voice is sweet as the harp
In the hall of Tura of generous bowls.
470 Thy word is pleasant as the dew
Which falls in silence on the mountain-plains,
When breaks the sun through darkness.
Carul, from the time that is gone.
Why comest liitlier from tlie son of Semo ? "
475 " Ossian of the strong sword-arm.
The palm of song belongs to thee alone.
Long and well hast thou been known to me,"
High chief in conflict of the brave ;
Oft have I struck the harp to the maiden —
480 Evir-allin gi'eat in worth ;
Oft hast thou raised, with the love of the people,
Thy matchless voice in the songs of the brave,
In the hall of Brano of the generous shells.
One day she told in song
485 The death of Cormac, the brave youth ;
With grief she sang of the hero
Who fell on the hill for love of her.
Her rosy cheek was bathed in tears,''
And so was thine, great chief of chiefs ;
490 Her soul was swimming in mist.
Though she loved not the youth of waving locks.
DUAN V.
jiroaching
Ossian, who
welcomes him
warmly.
(JaiTil, address-
ing Ossian,
recalls a scene
lit' their youth
when they
had both sung
before Evir-
allin, Ossian's
wife, and
when she also
h;id sung the
praises of
Cormae, a
youth who,
though not
loved by her,
had died from
love to her.
Often have I toiiclieil the hai-p to lovely EveralUn. TIiou too hast
often joined my voice in Branno's haU of generous shells. And often,
amidst our voices, was heard the mildest Everallin. One day she
sang of Cormac's fall, the youth who died for her love. I saw the
tears on her cheek, and ou thine, thou chief of men ! Her soul was
touched for the unhappy, though she loved him not. How fair