Text from poems by "Ossian" ((James Macpherson (1736-1796)) From "Temora", Book II FATHER of heroes! ... High dweller of eddying winds! where the dark-red thunder marks the troubled clouds! Open thou thy stormy halls. Let the bards of old be near. From “Berrathon” We sit, at the rock, and there is no voice; no light but the meteor of fire! ... Oh! from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead! Speak ... Whither are ye gone to rest? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed? No feeble voice is on the gale: no answer half-drowned in the storm! Thy people bend before thee. Thou turnest the battle in the field of the brave ... Thy tempests are before my thy face. But thy my dwelling is calm, above the clouds; the fields of thy rest are pleasant.
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