Ossian Collection > Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal > Volume 2

A POEM. 9i
Snd none remained of the heroes, but Ossian, king of
spears."
And dost thou remember Ossian, car-home Toscar i,
son of Conloch ? The battles of our youth were many ;
our swords went together to the field. They saw us
coming like two falling rocks; and the sons of the
stranger fled. " There come the u'arriofs of Cona,"
they said ; " their steps.are in the paths of the vanquish-
ed." Draw near, son of Alpin, to the song of^he aged,.
The actions of other times are in my soul : my memo-
ry beams on the days that are past ; On the days of the
mighty Toscar, when our path was in the deep. Draw
near, son of Alpin, to the last sound of the voice cf
Cona.
The king of Morven commanded, and I raised my
sails to the wind. Toscar chief of Latha stood at my
side, as I rode on the dark blue wave. Our course was
to sea-surrounded Eerrathon «, the isle of many storms.
There dwelt, witii his locks of age, the stately strength
of I-arthmor. Larthinor v, ho spread the feast of shells
to Comhars mtghtv son, v.'^hen he went to Starno'r
hails, in the days of Agandecca. But v/hen the chief
was old, tlie pride of his son arose, the pride of fair-
haired Uthal, the love of a thotsand maids. He bound
the aged Larrhmor, and dwelt :r\ his sounding halls-
Long pined the king in hu cr.ve, beside his roiling,
sea. Morning did not come £o liis dwelling ; nor the
burning oak by night. But tl:e wind of ocean was;
there, and Oie parting beam of the moon. The red
star looked on the king, when it trembled on the west-
ern wave. Snitho came to Sehn?.*s haJl ; Snitho, com-
panion of Larthiror's youth. Ke told of the king of
^Berralhon : tlie wratli of Fingal rose. Thiice he as-,
cs«scrs were HOt to be compared to those of ihercnownea I i-.gaH-
<tas.
i Toscar was the son of that Conloch, wlio was also f.it'.;er to the
la<!y -Aho-^e '-.nfoftftr.ate death is related in the last ei Node cf thesf-
co.-.d book ot Fingal.
K Bar r«tbj.-, ' A proraontoi}- in :.*ie Kiiist of wav<s.^