THE MAIDS OF MORVEN, AN ELEGIAC ODE. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE MARY VISCOUNTESS RUTHVEN, DAUGHTER OF THE EXCELLENT EARL AND COUNTESS OF LEVEN AND MELVIL. WHERE fair-hair'd Oscar's laid to sleep, A thousand drooping maidens weep; Their golden tresses now they tear, And wildly give them to the air; Hark! now they raise the song of woe, See how their tears in torrents flow; And whilst his dirge they plaintive sing, With echo sad the caverns ring; See Malvina bends, and weeps O'er the turf where Oscar sleeps; Mark that sigh; it was her last: Now her sorrows all are past. With Oscar now she treads the sky; Lo! she wings her flight on high. Maids of Morven, cease to weep, For Malvina's hush'd to sleep. With Oscar now in air she flits: In Odin's hall with him she sits. Banish grief, let sorrow cease, Since their bodies rest in peace. Cease, lovely Daughters of the Dale, O'er Malvina cease to wail.