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Why at the feast should Connal be forgot 1
When did he forget the stranger
3G0 Amid the echoes of his noble hall ?
AVherefore are ye dumb before me ?
Thou, Connal, shalt fall no more !
Gladness meet thy soul, O chief.
Like brightness of the sun in shining 1
365 Swift be thy course to thy fathers,"
Amid thunders on unfailing wind.
Thy soul is, Ossian, as a ray of brightness ;
Light up remembrance of the king : ''
Awaken his battles in the glens,
370 When he first went forth to war.
Connal, hoary were thy locks ;
Thy youth was joined to mine, thou hero:
On the same day sent Carhou to the Ben
Our bows to (strike) the bounding deer
375 On Dun-Lora of raoino; waves."
and calls on
Ossian to
light up re-
membrance
of the hero ;
and recalls
the time when
he himself
and Connal
were in early-
youth both
sent forth to
hunt the deer
at Dun-Lora.
" Ofttimes," said I in song,
" Have we travelled across to Erin,
Fair island of hundred green glens.
Oft have we raised our sails
380 On the blue great-speeding waves.
When we came, in the days that are gone.
With aid to the mighty race of Connar.
Ossian cele-
brates the
praise of
Connal ;
tells of their
various expe-
ditions to
Erin ;
and of one in
which, while
Connal were grey. His days of youtt were mixed with mine. In
one day Duthcaron first strung our tows against the roes of
Dun-lora."
" Many," I said, " are our paths to battle in green-valleyed Erin.
Often did our sails arise over the blue tumbling waves when we
came, in other days, to aid the race of Conar. The strife roared