At length, our steadier valour turn'd the day; The fallen chief, as I at leisure view'd, I wept for pity, and thus mourn'd his fate. 66 Young plant, alas! extended on the plain, "Vain thy once stately height, thy beauty vain! "No more thy branches, waving high in air, "Shall yield protection to the heath left bare; "Nor in the desart breeze shall rustling sound Thy leaves, now shorn, and with'ring on the ground. "Yet comely still, and lovely e'en in death, "Looks Larthmor's son, extended on the heath." Mean time, the clamors of the neighbouring fray Reach'd Nanathoma, sat beside the sea. Who guessing at the scene of blood that past, Her eyes, that stream'd with tears, on Lethmal cast; (An aged bard to guard her left behind,) To whom she thus disclos'd her troubled mind. "I hear the shouts of war; with Uthal's train, Thy friends have met-perhaps the chief have slain. Ah! that inclosed amidst the stormy tide "I had remain'd, and there in secret died: Then "Then never would the news have reach'd my ear, "Nor added anguish to the woes I bear. "Hark; nearer still the growing clangors spread; "The son of Larthmor is among the dead! "Inconstant youth, though thou my death design'd, "Still true to thee, is this unalter'd mind. "Another shout!-and follow'd by a moan"Ah me! it may be Uthal's dying groan." She weeping said, and hast'ning to the field, "Rest hapless pair, in youth's first early bloom, "Stretch'd in the dreary mansion of the tomb! "Beside this purling stream interr'd you have, "All that avails the dead!-a decent grave. "When at the chase, the virgins passing here, "Will often pay the tribute of a tear; "To "To music set the story of your woe, These rites funereal to the lovers paid, A spacious hall, with glitt'ring arms hung round: Now pleasure reign'd: distinguish'd and caress'd, Which to conceal, a rumour had been spread, Till time should do away rebellion's stain. Such Such to the father the account convey'd, But silent in the tomb the youth was laid. Three days had now elaps'd; when dawn'd the fourth, Invited by a breeze that sprung from north, I took my leave, embark'd, and hoisting sail, Meantime the king, (who with a num'rous band On Rothma's heath. Surpris'd, he stopp'd, and said; "If one not rais'd while Uthal held the throne, 66 My son, my son! rebellious and unkind, "Yet dotes on thee, for all thy guilt, this mind. “Oh! that in prison still I had remain'd, "And thou in high Finthorma peaceful reign'd. "Then would, at times, thy tread have reach'd the place, "And issuing early to the mountain chase, "The sound, though distant, of thy pleasing voice, "Would have reviv'd, and made my soul rejoice. " No "No solace can be mine, for I have lost 66 Absorb'd in sorrow, thus the father moan'd; In tears around, the sad attendants groan'd; While I and Toscar, from our first campaign, With conquest crown'd, triumphant cross'd the main. But Toscar long hath been upon the wind, While I at Lutha sit, forlorn and blind! Like the last sound, when winds the grove forsake, Shall move along, and wrap in night the spheres. Now with a sudden gust the forests shake, I hear the chaffing billows of the lake. Where, |