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Ah! See that form that faintly gleams
'Tis Oscar come to cheer my dreams
On wings of wind he flies away
O stay, my lovely Oscar, stay
Wake, Ossian, last of Fingal's line,
And mix thy sighs and tears with mine,
Awake the harp to doleful lays,
And soothe my soul with Oscar's praise.
The shell is ceas'd in Oscar's hall,
Since gloomy Cairbar wrought his fall;
The roe on Morven lightly bounds,
Nor hears the cry of Oscar's hounds.
