"Hark! from Plinlimmon, 'tis the clash of arms; "Now Cambria's fons, by brave Llewellyn led, "And noble David, form'd for war's alarms, "Lo! where they come! lifting to heav'n their fpears; .. 66 Again the tongue of Terror wounds the air! 66 Hark, how yon matron on th' empurpled plain, "Wails to behold her long-lov'd dying heir ." Clasp a pale father as untimely slain! "And lo! that bride with her dishevell'd hair, . 66 " "In vain you bathe his blood-forfaken cheeks. Oh, that these wars inteftine were no more! "That mighty Edward would with Cimru league, "Direct his vengeance to the Gallick shore, "And fcourge base Valois for each vile intrigue. "O come, fweet Peace, feraphick cherub, come, r Forgotten Commerce then fhall foon revive, "At Hymen's fane the maid fhall give her hand; "Beneath thy reign fhall Agriculture thrive, "And arts and science flourish through the land. F H 74 "O goddefs come! for thou haft pow'r alone Te heal my much-lov'd country's bleeding woes; "To fix my prince upon his rightful throne, And bid his brethren cease to be his foes." Thus, for my heart was rent with forrows keen, Sang I, with other bards, the fong of ruth; Thus, for mine eyes beheld each mournful scene, " In vain we fang; no friendly pow'r was pear, No hand of friendship pointed to redress: Sure, woes like ours demand a gentle tear Of thofe who breathe a figh for man's distress.' Thus to his harp, whilft ev'ry tongue was ftill, སྙན W TH Wi An Shai The The Refcu With Which 1 Afer to Some ma bing tears his aged eyes o'erflow, mayd he long, ere, raptur'd with the strain, bard would charm the lift'ning throng, Gde Fortune ! warking as the wind! #gles bird, entrap Wywanan dara rapure if de digas dhe that c e made again, Arges de ers ve T • So 'tis with us, the hapies in ff Tz Swift he partia, a de fer a 'In Africk's deara ma II 'Till where raie bei ‹ With furdy cas, whim en te Im 'Forth from these cats a warwent Ster 'Blear were her eyes, and patia ser m / Her crutch he mist, am all: te cmE I SAR "Halt!" was the word; I few tam · And all was quiet a feat of se 'When not a breeze for 'Or moves the pie an die munter : zzgl. 'Alas, weak prince! and weat • Who looks into the book or frue tong • From such a conduct, to the wie u w 'Deception follows, and must use troop. “ Halt!” was the word; and al amunt va 51 • When thus the chief, de tatt om te Say (if the Definies aftri tre k." "Shall I fucceed, or bear a "O goddess come! for thou haft pow'r alone "To heal my much-lov'd country's bleeding woes; "To fix my prince upon his rightful throne, "And bid his brethren ceafe to be his foes." Thus, for my heart was rent with forrows keen, Sang I, with other bards, the fong of ruth; Thus, for mine eyes beheld each mournful scene, In vain we fang; no friendly pow'r was near, Sure, woes like ours demand a gentle tear • Of those who breathe a figh for man's distress.' Thus to his harp, whilft ev'ry tongue was ftill, Nor paus'd he long, ere, raptur'd with the strain, And if my bard would charm the lift'ning throng, Ah, fickle Fortune! wav'ring as the wind! Nothing's inconftant when compar'd to thee; And wretched mortals, for thy fport defign'd, Are doom'd thro' life to tafte uncertainty. • The artless bird, entrap'd by wanton boys, Exults with rapure if fhe fcapes the fnare; • If captive made again, forgets her joys, • And feels a double portion of defpair. • So So 'tis with us, the hapless fons of Woe, Lifted by Fortune we at ills deride; • Now Prince Llewellyn, and his conq'ring train, Swift he purfu'd, as the fierce mountain pard, Till where rude Aberfraw his paffage barr'd • With sturdy oaks, which erft the Druids knew. Forth from these oaks a wayward Sifter came; • Blear were her eyes, and palfied were her hands; f Her crutch fhe rais'd, then call'd the prince by name, And cried, "I wait to do thy dread commands.” "Halt!" was the word; it flew thro' ev'ry rank, • When not a breeze difturbs the reed-bed dank, Alas, weak prince! and weak is ev'ry one Who looks into the book of future things; • From fuch a conduct, to the wife 'tis known, • Deception follows, and misfortune fprings. "Halt!" was the word; and all around was still, Shall I fucceed, or bear a tyrant's yoke ?" |