30. All is confusion,-through the vale, · 31. It breaks the stillness of the night, 32. Three days, three sleepless nights, the chief 33. "Oscar! my son!-Thou God of Heaven! " Restore the prop of sinking age; ་ My Oscar's whiten'd bones must lie; « With him his frantic sire die! may * 33 Be calm, my soul! he yet may live; «T'arraign my fate, my voice forbear, « O God! my impious prayer forgive. 36. « What, if he live for me no more, « I sink forgotten in the dust, << The hope of Alva's age is o'er, Alas! can pangs like these be just? 37. Thus did the hapless parent mourn, And made the tear-drop cease to flow. 38. For, still, some latent hope surviv'd That Oscar might once more appear; His hope now droop'd, and now reviv❜d, Till Time had told a tedious year. 39. Days roll'd along, the orb of light And sorrow left a fainter trace. 40. For youthful Allan still remain'd, And, now, his father's only joy: And Mora's heart was quickly gain'd, For beauty crown'd the fair-hair'd boy. 41. She thought that Oscar low was laid, Had claim'd his faithless bosom's care. 42. And Angus said, if one year more 43. Slow roll'd the moons, but blest at last, The year of anxious trembling past, What smiles the lover's cheeks adorn! 4461 Hark to the pibroch's pleasing note ! And, still, the choral peal prolong. In 45. Again the clan, in festive crowd, 46. But, who is he, whose darken'd brow Glooms in the midst of general mirth? Before his eyes far fiercer glow The blue flames curdle o'er the hearth. 47. Dark is the robe which wraps his form, 48. 'Tis noon of night, the pledge goes round, The bridegroom's health is deeply quaft; With shouts the vaulted roofs resound,. And all combine to hail the draught. 49. Sudden the stranger chief arose, And all the clamorous crowd are hush'd; And Angus' cheek with wonder glows, And Mora's tender bosom blush'd. 50. « Old man! » he cried, this pledge is done, Thou saw'st 'twas duly drank by me, It hail'd the nuptials of thy son, « Now will I claim a pledge from thee. 51. "While all around is mirth and joy, "To bless thy Allan's happy lot; Say, hadst thou ne'er another boy? Say, why should Oscar be forgot? » Alas!» the hapless sire replied,' 53. Thrice has the earth revolv'd her course "Since Oscar's form has blest " And Allan is my last resource, my sight; "Since martial Oscar's death, or flight. ་་་་ 54. 'Tis well,» replied the stranger stern, ་ |