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Yes, when the eddying tempest siglus,
It shakes the shield of Oscar bravo ; But there no more his banners rise,
No more his plumes of sable wave. Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth,
When Angus hail'd his eldest born ; The vassals round their chieftain's heartk
Crowd to applaud the happy morn. They feast upon the mountain deer,
The pibroch raised its piercing note : To gladden more their Highland cheer,
The strains in martial numbers float; And they who heard the war-notes wild,
Hoped that one day the pibroch's strain Should play before the hero's child,
While he should lead the tartan train. Another year is quickly past,
And Angus hails another son ; His natal day is like the last,
Nor soon the jocund feast was done.
On Alva's dusky hills of wind,
And left their hounds in speed behind.
They mingle in the ranks of war; They lightly wheel the bright claymore,
And send the whistling arrow far. Dark was the flow of Oscar's hair,
Wildly it stream'd along the gale ; But Allan's locks were bright and fair,
And pensive seem'd his cheek, and pale. 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 Both, both were brave : the Saxon spear
Was shiver'd oft beneath their steel; And Oscar's bosom scorn'd to fear,
But Oscar's bosom knew to feel ; While Allan's soul belied his form,
Unworthy with such charms to dwell: Keen as the lightning of the storm,
On foes his deadly vengeance fell.
Arrived a young and noble dame;
Glenalvon's blue-eyed daughter cams;
And Oscar claim'd the beauteous bride,
And Angus on his Oscar smiled ; It soothed the father's feudal prido
Thus to obtain Glenalvon's child. Hark to the pibroch's pleasing note!
Hark to the swelling nuptial song! In joyous strains the voices float,
Ånd still the choral peal prolong. See how the heroes' blood-red plumes
Assembled wave in Alva's hall; Each youth his varied plaid assumes,
Attending on their chieftain's call. It is not war their aid demands,
The pibroch plays the song of peace; To Oscar's nuptials throng the bands,
Nor yet the sounds of pleasure cease. But where is Oscar ? sure 'tis late :
Is this a bridegroom's ardent flame?
Nor Oscar nor his brother came.
“Why comes not Oscar ?" Angus said ; “Is he not here ?" the youth replied ;
“With me he roved not o'er the glado. " Perchance, forgetful of the day,
'Tis his to chase the bounding roe; Or ocean's waves prolong his stay ;.
Yet Oscar's bark is seldom slow." “Oh, no!” the anguish'd sire rejoin'd,
“Nor chase nor wave my boy delay ; Would he to Mora seem unkind ?
Would aught to her impede his way? “Oh, search, ye chiefs ! oh, search around I
Allan, with these through Alva fly; Till Oscar, till my son is found,
Haste, haste, nor dare attempt reply.” All is confusion-through the vale
The name of Oscar hoarsely rings, It rises on the murmuring gale,
Till night expands her dusky wings; It breaks the stillness on the night,
But echoes through her shades in vain, It sounds through morning's misty light,
But Oscar comes not o'er the plain.
For Oscar search'd each mountain cave !
“ Oscar ray son !-thou God of bearing
Restore the prop of sinking age ! Or if that hope no more is given,
Yield his assassin to my rage. “Yes, on some desert rocky shore
My Oscar's whiten'd bones must lie; Then grant, thou God! I ask no more,
With him his frantic sire may die ! « Yet he may live-away,
Be calm, my soul ! he yet may live ; T arraign my fate, my voice forbear!
O God! my impious prayer forgive. “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 ?". Thus did the hapless parent mourn,
Till Time, which soothes severest woe, Had bade serenity return,
And made the tear-drop cease to flow. For still some latent hope survived
That Oscar might once more appear; His hope now droop'd and now revived,
Till l'ime had told a tedious year. Days roll'd along, the orb of light
Again had run his destined race; No Oscar bless'd his father's sight,
And sorrow left a fainter trace. For youthful Allan still remain'd,
And now his father's only joy : And Mora's heart was quickly gaina,
For beauty crown'd the fair-hair'd boy. She thought that Oscar low was laid,
And Allan's face was wondrous fair; It Oscar lived, some other maid
Had claim'd his faithless bosom's care. And Angus said, if one year more
In fruitless hope was pass'd away, His fondest scruples should be o'er,
And he would name their nuptial day. Slow roll'd the moons, but blest at last
Arrived the dearly destined morn; The year of anxious trembling past,
What smiles the lovers' cheeks adora! lIark to the pibroch's pleasing note !
Hark to the swelling nuptial song! Io joyous strains the voices float,
Ård still the choral peal prolong.
Again the clan, in festive crowd,
Throng through the gate of Alva's hall;
And all their former joy recall.
Glooms in the midst of general mirth ?'
The blue flames curdle o'er the hearth.
And tall his plume of gory red ;
But light and trackless is his tread.
The bridegroom's health is deeply quaff”d ;
And all combine to hail the draught.
And all the clamorous crowd are hush'd;
And Mora's tender bosom blush'd.
Thou saw'st 'twas duly drunk by me:
Now will I claim a pledge from thee.
To bless thy Allan's happy lot,
Say, why should Oscar be forgot ?"
The big tear starting as he spoke,
This aged heart was almost broke.
Since Oscar's form has bless'd my sight ;
Since martial Oscar's death or flight.”
And fiercely flash'd his rolling eye :
Perhaps the hero did not die.
Would call, thy Oscar might return;
For him thy beltane yet may burn.*
Beltane Tree, a Highland festival on the first of May, held near fired lighted lor the scorsion.
« Fill high the bowl the table round,
We will not claim the pledge by stealth ; With wine let every cup be crown'd ;
Pledge me departed Oscar's health." “ With all my soul,” old Angus said,
And fill'd his goblet to the brim ; “ Here's to my boy! alive or dead,
I ne'er shall find a son like him." “Bravely, old man, this health has sped;
But why does trembling Allan stand ? Come, drink remembrance of the dead,
And raise thy cup with firmer hand.” The crimson glow of Allan's face
Was turn'd at once to ghastly hue ;
Adown in agonizing dew.
And thrice his lips refused to taste ;
On his with deadly fury placed. “And is it thus a brother hails
A brother's fond remembrance here? If thus affection's strength prevails,
What might we not expect from fear ?". Roused by the sneer, he raised the bowl,
" Would Oscar now could share our mirth !". Internal fear appall’d his soul ;
He said, and dash'd the cup to earth. “ 'Tis he! I hear my murderer's voice !"
Loud shrieks a darkly-gleaming form; “ A murderer's voice !” the roof replies,
And deeply swells the bursting storm. The tapers wink, the chieftains shrink,
The stranger's gone,-amidst the crew
And tall the shade terrific grew.
His plume of sable stream'd on high ;
And fix'd was the glare of his glassy eye.
On Angus bending low the knee ;
Whom shivering crowds with horror see.
The "hunders through the welkin ring, And the gleaming form, through the midst of the storm.
Was borne op high by the whirlwind's wing.