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

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DUAN THIRD.
%^/ hence is the ftream of years? Whither
' ' do they roll along? Where have they
l)id, in mift, their many-coloured iides? I look
into the times of old , but they.feem dini to
Offian's eyes, like reflected moon - beams , on a
diftant lake. Here rife the red beams of war I
There, filent , dwells a feeble race! They
mark no years with their deeds , as How they
pafs along. Dweller between the ihiekls;
thou that awakeft the failing foul, defcend from
thy wall, harp of Cona, with thy voices three !
Come with that which kindles the paft: rear the
forms of old, on their own dark-brown years!
K 5 Uthorno,