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Rh 27.

"Perchance, forgetful of the day,

'Tis his to chase the bounding roe;

Or Ocean's waves prolong his stay;

Yet, Oscar's bark is seldom slow."

28.

"Oh, no!" the anguish'd Sire rejoin'd,

"Nor chase, nor wave, my Boy delay;

Would he to Mora seem unkind?

Would aught to her impede his way?

29.

"Oh, search, ye Chiefs! oh, search around!

Allan, with these, through Alva fly;

Till Oscar, till my son is found,

Haste, haste, nor dare attempt reply."

30.

All is confusion—through the vale,

The name of Oscar hoarsely rings,

It rises on the murm'ring gale,

Till night expands her dusky wings.

31.

It breaks the stillness of the night,

But echoes through her shades in vain;

It sounds through morning's misty light,

But Oscar comes not o'er the plain.