There will not come decline on thee with lapse of time,
Death or decay thou wilt not see.”
He is to get there a “hundred swords,” and a hundred of every article or possession that could be dear to the heart of a warrior or a bard. Ossian thus replies:—
“No refusal will I give from me,
O charming queen of the golden curls!
Thou art my choice above the women of the world,
And I will go with willingness to the ‘Land of Youth.’”
The poet then describes in melancholy strains his parting with his own people—the Féinne:—
“I kissed my father sweetly and gently,
And the same affection I got from him;