[
FRAGMENT
]
VI
.
SON
of
the
noble
Fingal
,
Oscian
,
Prince
of
men
!
what
tears
run
down
the
cheeks
of
age
?
what
shades
thy
mighty
soul
?
MEMORY
,
son
of
Alpin
,
memory
wounds
the
aged
.
Of
former
times
are
my
thoughts
;
my
thoughts
are
of
the
noble
Fingal
.
The
race
of
the
king
re
turn
into
my
mind
,
and
wound
me
with
remembrance
.
ONE
day
,
returned
from
the
sport
of
the
mountains
,
from
pursuing
the
sons
of
the
hill
,
we
covered
this
heath
with
our
youth
.
Fingal
the
mighty
was
here
,
and
Oscur
,
my
son
,
great
in
war
.
Fair
on
our
sight
from
the
sea
,
at
once
,
a
virgin
came
.
Her
breast
was
like
the
snow
of
one
night
.
Her
cheek
like
the
bud
of
the
rose
.
Mild
was
her
blue
rolling
eye
:
but
sorrow
was
big
in
her
heart
.
FINGAL
renowned
in
war
!
she
cries
,
sons
of
the
king
,
preserve
me
!
Speak
se
cure
,
replies
the
king
,
daughter
of
beau
ty
,
speak
:
our
ear
is
open
to
all
:
our
swords
redress
the
injured
.
I
fly
from
Ullin
,
she
cries
,
from
Ullin
famous
in
war
.
I
fly
from
the
embrace
of
him
who
would
debase
my
blood
.
Cremor
,
the
friend
of
men
,
was
my
father
;
Cre
mor
the
Prince
of
Inverne
.
FINGAL's
younger
sons
arose
;
Carryl
expert
in
the
bow
;
Fillan
beloved
of
the
fair
;
and
Fergus
first
in
the
race
.
—
Who
from
the
farthest
Lochlyn
?
who
to
the
seas
of
Molochasquir
?
who
dares
hurt
the
maid
whom
the
sons
of
Fingal
guard
?
Daughter
of
beauty
,
rest
secure
;
rest
in
peace
,
thou
fairest
of
wo
men
.
FAR
in
the
blue
distance
of
the
deep
,
some
spot
appeared
like
the
back
of
the
ridge-wave
.
But
soon
the
ship
increased
on
our
sight
.
The
hand
of
Ullin
drew
her
to
land
.
The
mountains
trembled
as
he
moved
.
The
hills
shook
at
his
steps
.
Dire
rattled
his
armour
around
him
.
Death
and
destruction
were
in
his
eyes
.
His
stature
like
the
roe
of
Mor
ven
.
He
moved
in
the
lightning
of
steel
.
OUR
warriours
fell
before
him
,
like
the
field
before
the
reapers
.
Fin
gal's
three
sons
he
bound
.
He
plun
ged
his
sword
into
the
fair-one's
breast
.
She
fell
as
a
wreath
of
snow
before
the
sun
in
spring
.
Her
bosom
heaved
in
death
;
her
soul
came
forth
in
blood
.
OSCUR
my
son
came
down
;
the
mighty
in
battle
descended
.
His
armour
rattled
as
thunder
;
and
the
lightning
of
his
eyes
was
terrible
.
There
,
was
the
clashing
of
swords
;
there
,
was
the
voice
of
steel
.
They
struck
and
they
thrust
;
they
digged
for
death
with
their
swords
.
But
death
was
distant
far
,
and
delayed
to
come
.
The
sun
began
to
decline
;
and
the
cow-herd
thought
of
home
.
Then
Oscur's
keen
steel
found
the
heart
of
Ullin
.
He
fell
like
a
mountain-oak
covered
over
with
glistering
frost
:
He
shone
like
a
rock
on
the
plain
.
—
Here
the
daughter
of
beauty
lieth
;
and
here
the
bravest
of
men
.
Here
one
day
ended
the
fair
and
the
valiant
.
Here
rest
the
pursuer
and
the
pur
sued
.
SON
of
Alpin
!
the
woes
of
the
aged
are
many
:
their
tears
are
for
the
past
.
This
raised
my
sorrow
,
warriour
;
me
mory
awaked
my
grief
.
Oscur
my
son
was
brave
;
but
Oscur
is
now
no
more
.
Thou
hast
heard
my
grief
,
O
son
of
Alpin
;
forgive
the
tears
of
the
aged
.