In vain their care; -- the foul for ever filed, And fate had number'd INDULPH with the dead. She beat her fnowy breast, and tore her hair: He thus and rufbing thro' the billowy roars; With brawny arms his rapid journey oars Divides with rolling cheft the ridgy sea, Lashing the bubbling liquid in his way. The The boat he feiz'd, and, measʼring back the deep, Wafted his brave companions to the fhip; The haulfer broke, unfurl'd the fwelling fail, Now on the foe the SCOTTISH Warriors gain; Swells on the approaching eye the floating DANE. Fierce ULRIC's fkill brought up the lazy rear, Fam'd in the fields of main to urge the war. Twice feven years, in bafe purfuit of gain, He plow'd the waves, the common foe of men; Deck join'd to deck, and man engag'd with man, DANS, The smoaking oak is cover'd o'er with gore, he whole pyratc-crew are now no more. The The empty hull from wave to wave is tost, The CALEDONIAN chiefs again pursue: As, in purfuit of doves, on rapid wings The darting hawk thro' air his journey fings; But when the parting flock divides the sky, Hovers, in doubt this way or that to fly. So undetermin❜d long young Durrus stood; At length he figh'd, and thus begun aloud: "While thus, O chiefs, we urge the flying DANE, Unmourn'd, unhonour'd lies the mighty flain; 'Tis ours to grace with woe great INDULPH's bier, And o'er his fallen virtue fhed the tear." The warrior spoke the CALEDONIANS figh'd, And with returning prow the waves divide; With fwelling fail bring on the fatal shore, Where, o'er the dead, the aged chiefs deplore. The warriors bear their monarch as they come, In fad proceffion to the filent tomb; Forfak Torlake with lazy fteps the founding main, Behind the dead the tuneful bards appear, In grief's folemnity CULENA leads A mournful train of tear-diftilling maids: Now in the tomb the godlike INDULPH laid, Shar'd the dark couch with the illuftrious dead: All o'er his grave the mournful warriors figh, And give his duft the tribute of the eye: Removing, as the night inwrapt the sky, They fhare the nuptial feaft with folemn joy. And stretch'd his fcepter o'er a willing land. FINI S. |