"Father, it is Cuthullin's form,
Gloomy and dark the hero comes,
Upon his sword his hand is placed-
Hail! bravest of green Erin's sons!"
"Hail! to thee, woody Morven's king!
To Morven's valiant sons all hail!
Thy presence cheers my withered soul
As the warm sun, the blossoms pale;
"Thou'rt like the moon on Cromla's hill,
Thy sons like stars attend thy course,
This friendship bows my stubborn soul,
And thanks from my proud heart must force!
" It was not thus when last we met, -
Fingal, I then a victor came;
I fought the wars in Morven's land,
And distant kingdoms own'd my fame!"
"In words, Cuthullin doth abound,"
Said Con-nan; man of small renown, "But where oh! chieftain, are thy deeds? Where are the wonders thou hast done?
"Why did we come o'er ocean's wave
Thy feeble, helpless arm to aid?
At ease thon liest within thy cave
While Con-nan's arms the battle staid!
"Resign to me those arms of light,
Yield them, thou chief of Erin's Isle!"
With scorn Cuthullin raised his eye,
" No coward hands my arms defile.
"No hero ever sought my sword;
I fled not to this gloomy cave
Till Erin failed at all her streams,
And low were all her chieftains brave!"
"Con-nan," said Fingal, "cease thy words,
Youth of the feeble, helpless arm!
Cuthullin is renowned in war,
His valour can e'en cowards warm.
"Widely has spread thy brilliant course,
Thou stormy chief of Inisfail!
Raise now thy white sails on the sea
And tell thy love thy mournful tale;
"Bragela leans upon her rock,
Her eyes are filled with tender tears,
Her long hair waves upon the breeze,
Her heaving breast proclaims her fears;
"She listens in the breeze of night
To hear the sound of distant oars,
Vainly she tries thy harp to hear,
While loud around the ocean roars!"
"Long will she listen there in vain, Cuthullin never shall return, — Can I behold Bragela's face?
And see that face, with anguish burn?
"Fingal, in former battles I
A victor to Bragela came!
Conquered I never can return
To tinge her glowing cheek with shame."
"Hero, thou shalt victorious be,"
Said Fingal, of the joyful shell,
"Thy fame, Cuthullin, shall extend,
And future bards thy deeds shall tell;
"Thou shalt fight many battles, chief!
And many battles thou shalt win;
Come hither Oscar, spread the feast,
And let the joy of shells begin!"
We sat, we feasted, and we sung, -
The soul of brave Cuthullin rose,
His arm resumed its wonted strength,
His manly heart forgot its woes.
Carril, and Ullin, raised the voice,
I sung of battles of the spear,
Battles where I have often fought,
Though now I sit in darkness here:
Thus passed the night away in song,
With joy we hail'd the morning light;
Fingal arose upon the heath,
And shook his spear all shining bright!
" Haste, spread the sail," he loudly said, "We'll seize the winds before they sleep;" We rose upon the wave with songs, And bounded o'er the foaming deep!
"Death, as if fearing to destroy,
Paused o'er her couch awhile;
She gave a tear for those she loved
Then met him with a smile."
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