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Be gentle to him, sea, and rage no more, But rest, oh rest, upon thy sandy sh.o.r.e.

Thou heedest not, O sea without compa.s.sion, But ravenest for thy prey; I turn to One who can control thy pa.s.sion, And wildest waves allay; And He will take my loved one 'neath His care, And make thee rest upon thy sandy bar.

An Idyll.

DEWI.

Do you know--have you seen--my sweet Dolly, Who pastures her flocks on Eryri?

Her eyes like a dart, Have pierced my heart, Oh, sweeter than honey is Dolly.

HYWEL.

Oh, yes, I know well your sweet Dolly, Whose cot's at the foot of Eryri, No tongue upon earth Can tell of her worth, So lovely, so winning is Dolly.

For tender and bashful is Dolly, Not fairer nor purer the lily, No name under heaven So fitly is given For the harpist to sing of as Dolly.

DEWI.

Not tender, not tender to Dewi!

No maiden so cruel as Dolly!

With many a tear I beseech her to hear, But deaf to my wooing is Dolly.

I have done all I could for her pleasing, I have gathered her goats for the milking, 'Twas surely no sin, If I hoped I might win, Sweet kisses in payment from Dolly.

Her breast's like the snowflakes when falling, So white--and so cold to my pleading.

My heart will soon break For very love's sake, So cold, so bewitching is Dolly.

Three wishes, no more, I would utter-- G.o.d bless my sweet Dolly for ever, May I gaze on her face Till I finish life's race, Then die--in the arms of my Dolly.

Tintern Abbey

Here how many a heart hath broken, Closed how many a dying eye, Here how many in G.o.d's acre, E'en their names forgotten, lie!

Here how oft for lauds or vespers Down the glen the bell hath rung, In these walls how many an ave, Creed, and pater have been sung.

On the timeworn pavement yonder, Even now I seem to see, At the shrine where once he wors.h.i.+pped, Some old saint on bended knee; Seems to rise the smoke of incense, In a column faint and dim, Still the organ through the rafters Seems to peal the vesper hymn.

But where once the anthem sounded, Silence now her dwelling finds, And the church from porch to chancel Knows no music but the wind's; Perish so all superst.i.tion!

Let the world the Truth obey, Long may Peace and Love increasing, O'er our fatherland hold sway.

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