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Ah Toscar's lovely heir! Thou only ray
What time Fingal in Morven held the sway, Long ere by years these locks were turn'd to grey!. Before the wind I plough'd the wave of night, Observing, as I steer'd, Con-calthin's light, For wild Fuärfed flew the winged ship, A woody land, surrounded by the deep, There then the generous Mal-orchol reign'd: He formerly Fingal had entertain'd; Who mindful of the favour, when inform'd That round his friend the rage of battle storm’d, Commanded Ossian, with a chosen train To join the monarch, and his cause maintain.
Arriv'd my ship, in Co-coiled I moor’d, And by a special herald sent my sword. The King receiv’d, and brighten’d at the view, For this the sign of Albion's aid he knew; Nor was it long before I met the chief, Who grasp'd my hand, and spoke these words in grief,
You call, brave warriors, on a man o'ercome,
Whose warlike natives long employ'd our arms,
Fear not, said I, for Morven's sons are bold;
Undaunted Chief of Trenmor's noble line, .
To all the winds that sweep the hoary main,
The spacious dome with plenty stor’d we found; The voice of harmony the banquet crown'd; A num'rous choir compos’d the Monarch's band, Upon the harp arose his daughter's hand, And while with skill her fingers swept the strings, Her own sad tale the plaintive virgin sings. In silence I observ'd the beauteous fair, In graceful ringlets fell her shining hair ;
mining hair ; . . Her eyes in tears, that but increas'd their pow'r, Shone like two stars seen thro' an April show'r; . The sailor marks them as he ploughs the seas, And blesses to himself the heav'nly rays.
No sooner morn had streak'd the sky with red, Than my companions tow'rds the foe I led; Where rapid Tormul's tumbling waters roar, We found them posted on the rocky shore. To the loud sound of tall Ton-thormod's shield, They swift advanc'd to meet us in the field:
Ours not averse, a combat fierce began;
The shell went round, till nature call'd for rest,
Thus friendly he; then left me to repose; But scarce laid down, my eyes began to close, Than sweetly breathing through the silent air, The sudden sound of music charm'd my ear,
Soft as the breeze that whirls the thistle's beard, And lowly whisp’ring in the grass is heard. The royal maid of Fuärfed it prov'd, . Who knew my soul by harmony was mov’d, And plaintive sung :-“ Who plac'd on yonder rock • O’er rolling ocean casts a parting look ? 6 Upon the blast his hair disshevellid flies; “ His bosom heaves, with sorrow stream his eyes. " Retire, disconsolate youth, thy love is gone 66 To wander in a distant land unknown! “ Though fame extols that race of Kings, yet true 66 To her first love, she'll ever think of you; “ And doom'd in misery her days to end, “ Shall curse the fate that made our sires contend.“
Sweet voice, I said, forbear thy plaintive moan, Thou shalt not wander in a land unknown. Descended from the daring Trenmor's race, This bosom cherishes no passion base. It scorns to act a low ignoble part; And knowing now to whom inclines thy heart, Thy sire to mollify shall be my care ; Then ease thy fears, and back to rest repair.
At break of day the captive Prince I sought, And to the presence of Mal-orchol brought, Whom I address'd:—Why treat a youth with scorn, Of worth, of bravery, and nobly born ?