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S4 riNGAL: Bcol' r.
The dark blood poured from his fide, he fell pale on
the heath of Lena. Fingal bends over him as he dies,
and calls his younger heroes.
" Ofcar and Flllan, my fons, raife high the memory
of Orla. Here let the dark-haired hero reft, far from
the fpoufe of his love. Here let him reft in his narrow
houfe, far from the found of Loda. The fons of the fee-
ble will find his bow at home, but will not be able to
bend it. His faithful dogs howl on his hills, and his
boars, which he ufed to purfue, rejoice. Fallen is the
arm of battle ; the mighty among the valiant is
low !
*' Exalt the voice, and blow the horn, ye fons of the
k'UEc of Morven ; let Us go back to Swaran, and fend
the night away on fong. Fillan, Ofcar, and Ryno, fly
over the heath of Lena. Where, Ryno, art thou, young
fon of fame ? Thou art not wont to be the lall to an-
fwer thy father." >
" Ilyno," faid UUin firft of bards, " Is with the aw-
ful forms of his fathers. With Trathal king of fhields
and Trenmor of the mighty deeds. The youth is low,
the youth is pale, he lies on Lena's heath."
" And fell the fwlfteft in the race," faid the king, "the
firft to bend the boM^ ? Thou fcarce haft been known
to me : why did young Ryno fall ? But fleep thou foft-
]y on Lena, Fingal ihall foon behold thee. Soon fhali
iriy voice be heard no more, and my foctflcps ceafe to
be feen. The bards will tell of Fingal's name ; the
flones will talk of me. But, Ryno, thou art Iom- indeed,
thou haft not received thy fame. Ullin, ftrike the harp
for Ryno ; tell what the chief would have been. Fare-
wel, thou firft in every field. No more ftiall 1 direiTh
thy dart. Thou that haft been fo l^ir : I behold thee
not. Farewel."
The tear is on the check of the king ; for tetrible
was his fon in war. His fon ! that was like a beam of
fire by night on the hill ; when the forefts fink down in
it? rnr.rfe, and the traveller trembles at the found.
" Whofe fame is in that dark-green tomb ?" begxm