Quote#Happiness
O lay me, ye that see the light, near some rock of my hills! let the…
Quote byJames Macpherson · 1736–1796
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Poems of Ossian, "The War of Inis-thona".
English (original)
O lay me, ye that see the light, near some rock of my hills! let the thick hazels be around, let the rustling oak be near. Green be the place of my rest; let the sound of the distant torrent be heard. Daughter of Toscar, take the harp, and raise the lovely song of Selma, that sleep may overtake my soul in the midst of joy; that the dreams of my youth may return, and the days of the mighty Fingal.
— James Macpherson
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