TO THE MEMORY OF MRS. ROBERT GRAY. 1837. ALL I e'er seek of poetry, Is but to speak my feelings; Nought in my verse, alas! is found, But sorrowful revealings! 'Tis as the mirror where I view, The ravage sad of years, And all that once shone out so bright, In ruin now appears. How many friends of those I loved, Who in the casket of my heart, How many dear ones have I seen, So soon their course was run! And thou who latest left me! where Thy mind did as the crystal show, How many years thy counsel sage, And when thy speaking eye grew dim, The firm kind pressure of the hand, Faith in the promise we had read, Love, which assured thy weeping friend, We did not part for ever! ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE MEETING OF WELSH BARDS AT ABERGAVENNY, 1837, ON WHICH OCCASION A FESTIVAL WAS GIVEN AT LLANOVER COURT, BY BENJAMIN HALL, ESQ. M. P. 66 DEDICATED TO GWENYNEN GWENT THE "BEE OF WALES. COME, Sons of Song! strike loud the triple string, 66 Prophetic sounds" of coming ills! thy lays, The “light of memory" around must fling, E'en now, as then, 'tis beauty fans the fire, And woman wills the spark should ne'er expire The "Gwenynen Gwent," of Llanover, the star The fire nor time nor tyrant could efface! Would scarcely now attempt the dastard blow, Against a race from earliest days so famed! Of Merlin here, to bid the chorus swell; The "Queen Bee" bids the guests, the feast is spread, The bright o'erflowing cup with wine is red: Then lend thine aid to this her patriot scheme, And let her industry become thy theme; She bids ye sing of mighty warriors past, Whose spirits ride upon the wintry blast! And chiefly her, who, by her magic power, She'll find a home in every Welshman's heart. TO PROFESSOR SCHNYDER, ON RECEIVING SOME ENGLISH VERSES RHYMING IN 66 ATION." 1837. YOUR talent for our English rhyme Proves your "Cassandra" truth foretold So I must try my To match your muse in iteration, All for the honour of my nation; And shall deceive your expectation All lost in quick-evaporation, Ere I can tell, in due rotation, Of the late storm's tergiversation, Which ought to bring deep hum'liation, And gratitude for preservation. |