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CARTHON. 191
everlastinc; light? Thou comest forth in thy awful
beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the
moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ;
but thou thyself movest alone. Wlio can be a com-
panion of thy course? The oaks of the mountains
fall ; the mountains themselves decay with years ;
the ocean shrinks and grows again ; the moon her-
ielf is lost in heaven : but thou art for ever the
.»ame, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course.
•When the world is dark with tempests, when thun-
ier rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy
seauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds
'hy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows
■ m tlie eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the
:dtei tif thf west. Tut thou art perhaps like me,
thy years will have an end. Thou
;. tliy clouds, careless of the voice of
E.xult then, O sun, in the strength
; t.iy youtli! age is dark and unlovely; it is like
le jzlimmering liglit of the moon when it shines
irouiih broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills;
le blast of the nortii is on the plain, the traveller
ir;nks in the midst of his journey.