dings of his near approach. Here I must sit alone!
“Who lie on the heath beside me? Are they my love and my brother?
Speak to me, O my friends! To Colma they give no reply. Speak
to me: I am alone! My soul is tormented with fears. Ah, they are
dead! Their swords are red from the fight. O my brother! my
brother! why hast thou slain my Salgar! Why, O Salgar, hast thou
slain my brother,custom usb flash drive 19! Dear were ye both to me! what shall I say in
your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was
terrible in fight! Speak to me! hear my voice! hear me, sons of
my love! They are silent! silent for ever! Cold, cold, are their
breasts of clay! Oh, from the rock on the hill, from the top of
the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead! Speak, I will not
be afraid! Whither are ye gone to rest? In what cave of the hill
shall I find the departed? No feeble voice is on the gale: no
answer half drowned in the storm!
“I sit in my grief: I wait for morning in my tears! Rear the tomb,
ye friends of the dead. Close it not till Colma come. My life
flies away like a dream. Why should I stay behind? Here shall I
rest with my friends, by the stream of the sounding rock. When
night comes on the hill when the loud winds arise my ghost shall
stand in the blast, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter
shall hear from his booth; he shall fear, but love my voice! For
sweet shall my voice be for my friends: pleasant were her friends
to Colma.
“Such was thy song, Minona, softly blushing daughter of Torman.
Our tears descended for Colma,custom usb flash drive 26, and our souls were sad! Ullin came
with his harp; he gave the song of Alpin. The voice of Alpin was
pleasant, the soul of Ryno was a beam of fire! But they had rested
in the narrow house: their voice had ceased in Selma! Ullin had
returned one day from the chase before the heroes fell. He heard
their strife on the hill: their song was soft, but sad! They
mourned the fall of Morar, first of mortal men,promotional usb flash drives 3! His soul was like
the soul of Fingal: his sword like the sword of Oscar. But he
fell, and his father mourned: his sister’s eyes were full of tears.
Minona’s eyes were full of tears, the sister of car-borne Morar.
She retired from the song of Ullin, like the moon in the west,
when she foresees the shower, and hides her fair head in a cloud.
I touched the harp with Ullin: the song of morning rose!
“Ryno. The wind and the rain are past, calm is the noon of day.
The clouds