Croma

I raised my voice for Fovar-gormo, when they laid the chief on earth. The aged Crothar was there, but his sigh was not
heard. He searched for the wound of his son, and found it in his breast. Joy rose in the face of the aged. He came and spoke to Ossian. " King of spears!" he said, " my son has not fallen without his fame. The young warrior did not fly; but met death, as he
went forward in his strength Happy are they who die in youth, when their renown is heard! The feeble will not behold them
in the hall; or smile at their trembling hands. Their memory shall be honoured in song; the young tear of the virgin will
fall. But the aged wither away, by degrees; the fame of their youth, while they yet live, is all forgot. They fall in secret. The
sigh of their son is not heard. Joy is around their tomb; the stone of their fame is placed without a tear. Happy are they who
die in youth, when their renown is around them."
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Ossian
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