5. Once, to those eyes the lamp of Love, 6. Faded is Alva's noble race, And grey her towers are seen afar; No more her heroes urge the chace, Or roll the crimson tide of war. 7. But, who was last of Alva's clan? 8. And, when that gale is fierce and high, It rises hoarsely through the sky, 9. Yes, when the eddying tempest sighs, 10. Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth, When Angus hail'd his eldest born; The vassals round their chieftain's hearth, Crowd to applaud the happy morn. II. They feast upon the mountain deer, 12. And they, who heard the war-notes wild, Hop'd that, one day, the pibroch's strain Should play before the Hero's child, While he should lead the Tartan train. 13. Another year is quickly past, And Angus hails another son, His natal day is like the last, Nor soon the jocund feast was done. 14. Taught by their sire to bend the bow, 15. But, ere their years of youth are o'er, 16. Dark was the flow of Oscar's bair, 17. But Oscar own'd a hero's soul, His dark eye shone through beams of truth; Allan had early learn'd control, And smooth his words had been from youth. 18. Both, both were brave; the Saxon spear Was shiver'd oft beneath their steel; And Oscar's bosom scorn'd to fear, 19. While Allan's soul belied his form, Keen as the lightning of the storm, 20. From high Southannon's distant tower 21. And Oscar claim'd the beauteous bride, 22. Hark! to the Pibroch's pleasing note, See how the heroes' blood-red plumes, 24. It is not war their aid demands, 25. But where is Oscar? sure 'tis late: 26. At length young Allan join'd the bride : " Why comes not Oscar? » 27. «Perchance, forgetful of the day, K 28. Oh! no!» the anguish'd sire rejoin'd, « Nor chace, nor wave my boy delay; « Would he to Mora seem unkind? « Oh! search, Chiefs! oh! search around! K ye Allan, with these, thro' Alva fly; « Till Oscar, till my son is found, ■ Haste, haste, nor dare attempt reply. |