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 Content is Love among the roses. Young Love, &c.

OSCAR'S GHOST.

O see that form that faintly gleams, 'Tis Oscar come to cheer my dreams; On wings of wind, he flies away- O stay, my lovely Oscar, stay.

Wake, Ossian, last of Fingal's line, And mix thy tears and sighs with mine; Awake thy harp to doleful lays, And soothe my soul with Oscar's praise

The shell is ceas'd in Oscar's hall, Since gloomy Cairbar wrought his fall, The roe on Morven lightly bounds, Nor hears the cry of Oscar's hounds.

FINIS.