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

52 C R O M A:
ce, and the morning returned with joy. No
foe came in darknei's , with his glittering fpear.
The joy of Croina was great; for the gloomy
Rothmar was fallen.
I
Dark , Hufky, howling is night , cloudy, windy,
and tail of ghofts I The dead are abroad I my
friends , receive me from the night.
Second Bard.
The wind is up. The fhowtr defcends. The
fpirit of the mountain fhrieks. Woods fall from
high. Windows flap. The growing river roar?.
The traveller attempts the ford. Hark that fhriek !
he dies : The florm drives the horle from
the hill, the goat, the lowing cow. They tremble
as drives the fhower, befide the mouldering bank.
The hunter ftarts from fleep , in his lonely
hut; he wakes the fire decayed. His \vet dogs
fmoke around him. He fills the chinks with
heath. Loud roar two inountdln-ltreams , which
jneet befide his booth.
Sad on the fide of a hill the wandering fhep-
herd fits. The tree refounds above him. The
ftream roars down the rock. He waits for the
rifiiig mocn, to guide h.im to his home.
Ghofts