Evening star., 1925-03-11

| They have but fallen before us; for
one day we must tfall. Why dost
thou build the hall, son of the
winged days? thou lookest from thy
towers today; yet a few years and
the blast of the desert comes; It
howls in thy empty court and
whistles around thy half-worn shield.
And let the blast of the desert
come! we shall be renowned In our
day, the mark of my arm shall be
in battle; my name In the song OF
bards. Raise the song; send round
the shell; let joy be heard In my hali
when thou. sun of heaven, shalt
fail! If thou shalt fail, thou mighty
light. If thy brightness is for sea-
son, like Fingal; our fame shall sur
vive thy beams!'
Ossian, FingaPs son, continues:
Such was the song Of Fingal, In
the day of his JOY. His thousand
bards leaned forward from their
seats to hear the voice of the king.
1t was like the music of harps on
the gale of the Spring. Lovely were
thy thoughts, o Fingal! Why has
not Ossian the strength of thy soul?
But thou standest alone, my father.
Who can equal the king of Selma"
The picture OF the thousand bards
leaning forward from their seats is
an unforgettable one. FinEafs brave
| words, beginning. And let the blast
of the desert come," are able to thrill
to this day.
Ay. let the blast Of the desert come!
We shall be renowned in our day! The
veriest clerk of today, working away
at an unheroic task, still can feel the
brave impulse of those ancient words.
One does not have to wade through
blood or slay A thousand foes. to pos
sess the spirit of bravely taking life
as It comes. Yet few years and the
blast of the desert comes to all of us.
1t howls in the empty courts, and the
buildings once famous are being torn
down to make way for business.
And let the blast of the desert
come! We shall be remembered by
| those who love us-if we are so wise
as to do anything to make any one
love us.
Ossians women are always beams
of light" / have never read a work
of any kind in which women were
better treated. They are always beau
| tifui, in a. wild. barbaric way. They
| love and mourn; are faithful unto
death; are brave in adversely, loving
in times of peace.
There was Strina dona, as fair as
sunbeam. Her eyes were two stars
of light. Her face was Heavens bow
in showers (the rainbow). Her dark
hair flowed round II like the stream
ing clouds. Thou vert the dweiler
OF souls. white handed Strina dona!"
With such a send-off, 1t was no
| wonder two brothers came from
I-thorno to WOO the sunbeam of Tor
moth wild, Their names were Coll
gorm and corcul-Suran.
she saw them in their echoing
| steel. Her soul was fixed on blue
eyed Colgorm." The brothers fight.
Ossian describes 1t as follows:
''Wrathful the brothers frowned.
Their flaming eyes in silence met
They turned away. They struck their
shields. Their hands were trembling
on their swords They rushed into
the strife OF heroes for long-haired
Strina- dona."
Strina was no bobbed- haired beauty
you see. Colgrom won, of course.
His father, however. turned him out.
for having killed his brother, and
made him dwell by foreign streams.
But he did not go alone. That
| beam of light was near. white-armed
Striria- -dona."
Ossian is full of beauties to the
| reader who is willing to spend enough
time with him to get acquainted
Where else will one find so much in
SO little as in the following:
Whence Is the stream of years?
Whittier do they roll along? Where
have they hid, in mist. their many
colored sides?'