rock of Morven replied; and the bounding roes came forth. The foes were troubled in my prefence and collected their darkened hoft; for I ftood, like a cloud on the hill, rejoicing in the arms of my youth. Morni *) fat beneath a tree, at the roaring waters of Strumon **): his locks of age are gray he leans forward on his ftaff; young Gaul is near the hero, hearing the battles of his youth. Often did he rile, in the fire of his foul, at the mighty deeds of Morni. The aged heard the found of Offian's fhield: he knew the fign of battle. He started at once from his place. His gray hair parted on his back. He remembers the actions of other years. My fon, he faid to fair-haired Gaul, I hear the found of battle. The king of Mor ven Morni was chief of a numerous tribe, in the days of Fingal and his father Comhal. The laft-mentioned hero was killed in battle, against Morni's tribe; but the valour and conduct of Fingal reduced them, at laft, to obedience. We find the two heroes perfectly reconciled in this poem. **) Stru'-moné, fream of the hill. Here the proper name of a rivulet in the neighbourhood of Sel ma. |