"The wanderer will come, come, who knew me in my splendor, and ask, 'Where is the singer, Fingal's marvelous son?' He steps over my grave, and seeks me in vain on the earth." -------------------------------------------------------------- "To-morrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me?—So shall they search in vain, for the voice of Cona, after it has failed in the field. The hunter shall come forth in the morning, and the voice of my harp shall not be heard. 'Where is the son of car-borne Fingal?' The tear will be on his cheek." -------------------------------------------------------------- "Did thy beauty last, O Ryno? Stood the strength of car-borne Oscar? Fingal himself passed away; and the halls of his fathers forgot his steps. And shalt thou remain, aged bard! when the mighty have failed? But my fame shall remain, and grow like the oak of Morven; which lifts its broad head to the storm, and rejoices in the course of the wind."