Ossian Collection > Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal

F I N G A L.
dead. They raised this tomb above the three. Thy son, O king
of Morven, may rest here with heroes."
" And here my son shall rest," said Fingal, " the noise of their
fame has reached my ears. Fillan and Fergus! bring hither Orla;
the pale youth of the stream of Loda. Not unequalled shall Ryno
lie in earth when Orla is by his side. Weep, ye daughters of
Morven; and ye maids of the streamy Loda. Like a tree they
grew on the hills; and they have fallen like the oak* of the de-
sart; wh^n it lies across a stream, and withers in the wind of the
mountain.
*' Oscar! chief of every youth! thou seest how they have fallen.
Be thou, like them, on earth renowned. Like them the song of
bards. Terrible were tlieir forms in battle; but calm was Ryno
in the days of peace. He was like the bow of the shower seen
far distant on the stream : when the sun is setting on Mora, and
silence on the hill of deer. Rest, youngest of my sons, rest, O
Ryno, on Lena. We too shall be no more; for the warrior one
day must fall."
Such was thy grief, thou king of hills, whtn Ryno lay on earth.
What must the grief of Osslan be, for thou thyself art gone.
I hear not thy distant voice on Cona. My eyes perceive thee not.
Often forlorn and dark I sit at thy tomb ; and feel it with my hands.
When I think I hear thy voice; It is but the blast of the desart.
Fingal has long since fallen asleep, the ruler of the war.
" Then Gaul and Ossian sat with Swaran on the soft green banks
of Lubar. I touched the harp to please the king. But gloomy
was his brow. He rolled his red eyes towards Lena. The hero
mourned his people."
I lifted my eyes to Cromla, and I saw the son of generous Semo.
Sad and slow he retired from his hill towards the lonely cave of
Tura. He saw Fingal victorious, and mixed his joy with grief.
The sun is bright on his armour, and Connal slowly followed.
They sunk behind the hilJ like two pillars of the fire of night :
when
-a? the mountain oak
Nods to the ax, till wjth a groar.inor sound
It jinks and spreads its hor.wirs «ii the groiinJ. To/x.