FAREWELL SONG OF OSSIAN. "Why, Ossian, Son of Fingal, art thou sad? Long, long have fled the chiefs of other times. The sons of future times shall pass away, Another race shall rise. "All men are like the dark and rolling waves, Like leaves dispers'd before the rising wind; Ev'n Fingal's footsteps are no longer heard Within his airy hall. "Thy voice, O Son of Fingal, has been heard. The harp of Selma was not strung in vain, Thy tale is told. Come Ossian, come away And meet me in the clouds." And come I will, my father, king of men! My spear is weak. The life of Ossian fails. My steps no more are seen on Selma's plains, Or Crona's mournful flood. On Mora's stone shall Ossian fall asleep, And give his gray-locks to the winds of night. Sleep seals my eyes---the night is long and dark, But all his storms shall not disturb my rest. MISCELLANIES. 143 ADDRESS TO HOPE. Spem retine spes una hominem nec morte relinquit. CATO'S DISTICHS. Grasp Hope: Hope e'en in death forsakes not man. DEJECTION shades the face of day ༄ ADDRESS TO HOPE. Descends the night with all its gloom And clouds sit heavy on my soul. Or dost thou warm the Lover's breast And lull his busy thoughts to rest; His chosen maid in colours true, Mourn not, fond youth, cease every tear, ADDRESS TO HOPE. Dispel your sorrows and alarms Anna shall meet your circling arms? Let thy mild voice salute mine ear Those thoughts which love the grave, repress, Gay Hope I know that cruel guile Lurks in the magic of thy smile, L ADDRESS TO HOPE. The wandering light which on the moor Thro' bogs and brakes and darksome dell For whom he breath'd his fervent prayer, Till age had torn his locks away. But tho' deception in thy smile And tread with me this toilsome road, |