Oscar's

O see that form that faintly gleams; 'Tis Oscar come to chear my dreams, On wings of wind he flies away, O stay my lovely Of car stay. Wake Ossian, last of Fingal's line And mix thy tears and sighs with mine.

Awake the harp to doleful lays, And sooth my soul with Oscar's praise. The shell is ceas'd in Oscar's hall, Since gloomy Kerber wrought the fall, The roe on Morven lightly bounds, Nor hear the cry of Oscar's hounds.