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OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO CONGAL.
Congal, thou light between thy locks!
Ascend to Fingal's waving oaks,
To Selma's darkly-frowning rocks,
The rocks of the Invincible!
Ascend to Fingal's waving oaks,
To Selma's darkly-frowning rocks,
The rocks of the Invincible!
Look on the bosom of the night,
'Tis marked with crimson streaks of light,
A thousand spirits meet the sight,
Skirted in dreadful panoply.
'Tis marked with crimson streaks of light,
A thousand spirits meet the sight,
Skirted in dreadful panoply.
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Congal, behold the blasted heath!
Those fire-streaks mark the track of death;
Then follow in their glorious path,
The footsteps of thine ancestry.
Those fire-streaks mark the track of death;
Then follow in their glorious path,
The footsteps of thine ancestry.
The moon on ocean's billowy breast,
When by the storms of heaven oppress'd,
Flies to the chambers of the West,
There hides her head ingloriously.
When by the storms of heaven oppress'd,
Flies to the chambers of the West,
There hides her head ingloriously.
But drive not thou thy rolling car,
From the black tempest of the war,
Till, hurled in triumph, wide and far,
Have blazed the bolts of victory!
From the black tempest of the war,
Till, hurled in triumph, wide and far,
Have blazed the bolts of victory!
Then rise, thou light between thy locks!
Ascend to Fingal's waving oaks,
To Selma's darkly-frowning rocks,
The rocks of the Invincible!
Ascend to Fingal's waving oaks,
To Selma's darkly-frowning rocks,
The rocks of the Invincible!
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