Ossian
In a forest, dark with oak
Lies a valley with rowan and hut.
Hidden ,it is ,from common folk
Whether eyes open or shut!
Ossian, the son of Finn MacCumhal
Was charged to be the bard.
He saw his duty and lived in thraul…
held “small minded Christians” in low regard.
“Oh, let me hunt one last time
by the falls of Easaidh Ruadh.
Patrick, mock me not of life sublime.
And let me die with Finn my dad.
“ Charged you are, and cursed you be.
The task you took is not yet done,
So no one can hear your plea
Continue work ‘til it is won.”
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