And I wrote his name in Ogham Cráobh.”
They are welcomed to the “Land of Youth” by a “multitude of glittering bright hosts,” and conducted to a Royal fortress, by whose side are seen—
“Radiant summer-houses and palaces,
Made all of precious stones.”
“When all arrived in one spot,
Then courteously spoke the ‘King of Youth,’
And said, ‘This is Ossin,’ the son of Fionn,
The gentle consort of ‘golden-headed Niamh!’”
He spent a long time in the “Land of Youth;” but in the midst of its calm, waveless existence, he longs for his old life with the Féinne, and for a sight once more of his lost brothers-in-arms:—
“I asked leave of the King,