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the oars on the rocking tide. A maid fits so | beside the rock, and eyes the rolling stream, Her lover promised to come. She saw his boat, when yet it was light , on the lake. Is this his broken boat on the shore; Are these his soil. on the wind? - - . , Hark! the hail rattles around. The flaky snow * descends. The tops of the hills are white. The - tormy winds abate. Various is the night and cold; receive me, my friends, from night, , , , - o * H. . - of , o Fourth BARD. ::, ... - Night is calm and fair; blue, starry, settled is night. The winds , with the clouds, are gone. - They fink behind the hill. The moon is up on the mountain. Trees glitter ; streams shine on the rock. Bright rolls the settled ake; bright the
itream of the vale.
I see the trees overturned ; the shocks of corn on the plain. The wakeful hind rebuilds the shocks, and whistles on the distant field,
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King of spears! he said, my son has not fallen without his fame. The young warrior did not fly; but met death, as he went for
ward in his strength. Happy are they who die is
in youth, when their renown is heard! The
feeble will not behold them in the hall; or ! - smile ||
smile at their trembling hands. Their memory
shall be honoured in the song; the young tear of the virgin falls. But the aged wither away, by degrees, and the fame of their youth begins
before the beam , when it is poured on the hill.
The young day returns from his clouds, but we
Where are our chiefs of old : Where our
- king of mighty name : The fields of their batt
round the shells of joy. Suspend a hundred tapers on high. Youths and maids, begin the dance.
Let some gray bard be near me, to tell the deeds
of other times; of kings renowned in our land, of chiefs we behold no more. Thus let the night pass, until morning shall, appear in our halls. Then let the bow be at hand , the dogs, the youths of the chace. We shall ascend the hill with day; and awake the deer.