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And Oscar claim'd the beauteous bride, And Angus on his Oscar smil'd: It soothed the father's feudal pride Thus to obtain Glenalvon's child.
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Hark! to the Pibroch's pleasing note, Hark! to the swelling nuptial song, In joyous strains the voices float, And, still, the choral peal prolong.
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See how the Heroes' blood-red plumes a.s.sembled wave in Alva's hall; Each youth his varied plaid a.s.sumes, Attending on their chieftain's call.
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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.
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But where is Oscar? sure 'tis late: Is this a bridegroom's ardent flame?
While thronging guests and ladies wait, Nor Oscar nor his brother came.
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At length young Allan join'd the bride; "Why comes not Oscar?" Angus said: "Is he not here?" the Youth replied; "With me he rov'd not o'er the glade:
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"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."
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"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?
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"Oh, search, ye Chiefs! oh, search around!
Allan, with these, through Alva fly; Till Oscar, till my son is found, Haste, haste, nor dare attempt reply."
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All is confusion--through the vale, The name of Oscar hoa.r.s.ely rings, It rises on the murm'ring gale, Till night expands her dusky wings.
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It breaks the stillness of the night, But echoes through her shades in vain; It sounds through morning's misty light, But Oscar comes not o'er the plain.
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Three days, three sleepless nights, the Chief For Oscar search'd each mountain cave; Then hope is lost; in boundless grief, His locks in grey-torn ringlets wave.
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"Oscar! my son!--thou G.o.d of Heav'n, Restore the prop of sinking age!
Or, if that hope no more is given, Yield his a.s.sa.s.sin to my rage.
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"Yes, on some desert rocky sh.o.r.e My Oscar's whiten'd bones must lie; Then grant, thou G.o.d! I ask no more, With him his frantic Sire may die!
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"Yet, he may live,--away, despair!
Be calm, my soul! he yet may live; T' arraign my fate, my voice forbear!
O G.o.d! my impious prayer forgive.
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"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?"
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Thus did the hapless Parent mourn, Till Time, who soothes severest woe, Had bade serenity return, And made the tear-drop cease to flow.
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For, still, some latent hope surviv'd That Oscar might once more appear; His hope now droop'd and now revived, Till Time had told a tedious year.
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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.
