Ossian Collection > Works of Ossian, the son of Fingal > Volumes 3 and 4

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rejoice, and his arm be ftrong in the land. -
Ye are brave, o warriors, and like the ftorms
of the delart ; they meet the rocks without
fear , and overturn the woods. — But let us
move in our flrength , /flow as a gathered cloud.
■ Then Ihall the mighty tremble ; the
fpeai^ lliall fall from the hand of the valiant.—
We fee the cloud of death , they will fay ,
while iliadows fly over their face. Flngal will
mourn in his age, and fee his flying fame. -7-^
The fl:eps of his chiefs will ceafe in Morven:
the mofs of years fhall grow in Selma.
Cairbar heard their words, in lilence, like
the cloud of a fliower : it ftands dark on Crom-
la , till the lightning burfts its iides : the valley
gleams with red light ; the fpirits of the ftorm
rejoice. ■ So Itood the filent king of Te-
mora ; at length his words are heard.
Spread the feaft on Moi - lena ; let my
hundred bards attend. Thou, red-hairM Olla,
take the harp of the king. Go to Ofcar
chief of fwords , and bid him to our feaft.
To-day we feaft and hear the fong ; to-mor-
row break the fpears. Tell hira, that I have
raifed