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O SWALLOW, with resistless wing, that hold'st the air in fee, O swallow, with thy joyous sweep o'er earth and sunlit sea, O swallow, who, if night were thine, would'st wheel amongst the stars, Why linger round the eaves? Unhappy! free of all the world hast knit thy soul to clay? And glued thy heart up on the wall, thou swiftest child of day? Claim, glorious wing, thy heritage; break, break thy prison bars, Nor linger round the eaves.

Sweep, glorious wings, adown the wind; fly, swallow, to the west; Before thee, life and liberty; behind, a ruined nest. Blow, freshening breeze, sweep, rapid wing, for all the winds are thine, The nest is only clay. The rapid wings were stretched in flight, the swallow sped away, And left its nest beneath the eaves, the much-loved bit of clay, Turned with the sun, to go where'er the happy sun might shine, And passed into the day.

A THOUSAND year is nought to prayer, One day, so GOD it will: So the chapel fair, in GOD'S clear air, Looks calmly from its hill;

And true and bold the schoolhouse old Before it sentinel, With close at hand a trusty band Of comrades guards it well.

Each morn they meet, the young, young feet, They lightly come and go, A changeful stream, that still doth seem The same, and still doth flow.

The stream shall run while shines the sun, And still the buttressed stone Shall hear the beat of young, young feet, And count them all its own.

The fair sun shone, but ghastly and wan There came a spectral dream; The stone stood fast, but a dim fear passed Through buttress, and roof, and beam:

With sad, sad heart life did depart, A ghostly silence fell; With sad, sad heart they turned to depart, And--farewell, home, farewell.

DARKEST clouds drop tender rain, Every leaf and blade is fain Its own jewel to obtain From the casket of its pain.

And the thunder, black as night, Down descends in orbs of white, For the sun to fill with light, Tiny chambers of his might.

Precious beads of hope are pearled On each sorrow through the world, Softest dews of peace in showers Lie beneath the clouded hours.

THE ice froze cold, as cold as death, Yet runs the stream below; The very spring breathes bitter breath, But still the flowerets blow. Nor shall it perish from the land, The living seed they bore, As forth they fared, that pilgrim band, As pilgrims went of yore.

Lead, river, down the mountain glen, Glide 'mid the sunny slopes; Now lose thyself, now come again, E'en like a pilgrim's hopes. And careless rivulets with their peace Smiled on the passers-by, From many a valley, where the trees See but their own dear sky.

So swept they on a great bright plain, A charm?d breadth out-laid, Where mountains rounded to the main A charm?d circle made; And northward couched a huge hill dream, Which ofttimes, as it lay. To heave and pant in sleep did seem, Beneath the sultry day.

And leaning up against the hill, Whose headland, purple-black, The southern waters, as they fill, Kiss daily, and fall back, A simple hamlet, nowise planned, Puts out a long arm white, Where level sea and level sand Scarce know each other's right.

The mountains rule the east, but all The west, the sea, the sea; Save when the sun at evenfall Disputes her sovereignty. A kindly people held the land, A kindly race and free; So rest they found, that pilgrim band, At Borth beside the sea.

BRIGHT sea, in thy waters rolled Dost eternity enfold, Endless being, uncontrolled, Freedom, more than heart can hold, Every wave a hope divine, Sun-charms, golden line on line, Thou great moving mystery-shrine! Thine the first sounds that the earth Heard, its cradle-song at birth. Hidden voices in thy deep Half untold their secret keep, As they murmur evermore Old-world tidings to the shore. Glorious sea, thy moving light Spreads round earth a mantle bright, Wide as range of eye or mind, Tameless playmate of the wind. Like a shuttle glancing free In and out, thy life, O sea, Whatsoe'er thy mood hath been, Weaves a web of magic sheen. Gracious wandering life, the air Sports around thee for its share; Winds that move, and winds that rest, Heaving softly on thy breast, Like a sea-bird from the crest, Rise from off thy waves, and fly, Sweeping fresh the summer sky. Glorious sea, glad, unconfined, Free as range of eye or mind, Tameless playmate of the wind, Gracious power, whate'er thou be, Lay thy sweetest liberty At the pilgrims' feet, O sea.

EAST and west, and north and south, As if we were shot from a cannon's mouth, Hurrah, hurrah! here we all are. Never was heard in peace or war, The first in the world are we, Never, oh, never, was heard before, Since a ball was a ball, And a wall a wall, And a boy to play was free, That a school as old as an old oak-tree, Fast by the roots, was flung up in the air, Up in the air without thought or care, And pitched on its feet by the sea, the sea, Pitched on its feet by the sea.

Ere the old school walls were dumb With the silence of despair, "March boys, march! the end has come!" Rang the watchword proud and clear. We our standard rallied round, Thrice a hundred faithful found.

Playgrounds--leagues on leagues of shore; Class-rooms--all the sea-king's caves; We are touched by Ariel's power, Free of air, and earth, and waves. We are elves of Ariel's range, Nought but suffers a sea change.

Ah! the wand has laid its spell Over cricket-fields and trees; Presto!--woods, and mountains, shells, Rocks, and sea-anemones; Thrice turn round and shut your eyes, Open to a fresh surprise.

Open on the level sward Slid Gogerddan's hills between, When Gogerddan's genial lord Looked upon the starry green, Lady-bright with summer stars, Heard the schoolboys' loud hurrahs.

Lo! the panting cricket train Up the valley slowly creeps, Lo! a boyish hurricane E'en o'er Cader Idris sweeps. Never in the good greenwood Lived more gaily Robin Hood.

Little bits of fairy world, Fairy streamlets, dropping rills, And the Lery softly curled In amongst the dreaming hills: Never in the good greenwood Lived more gaily Robin Hood.

East and west, and north and south, As if we were shot from a cannon's mouth, Hurrah, hurrah! here we all are. Never was heard in peace or war, The first in the world are we, Never, oh, never, was heard before, Since a ball was a ball, And a wall a wall, And a boy to play was free, That a school as old as an old oak-tree, Fast by the roots, was flung up in the air, Up in the air without thought or care, And pitched on its feet by the sea, the sea, Pitched on its feet by the sea.

JOLLY, O, jolly, at eve, When the golden waves Are tumbling into the sun, And the silent air Is thinking of nothing, to run Down to the shore, Boys by the score, Into the hollow way Curved by the ebbing spray, Chasing him back to his watery den, Lightly, O, lightly he leaps out again. Backward, O, backward we run , Jolly wet every one. Rare, O, rare, Nought can compare When the silent air Is thinking of nothing, to run, In thinking-of-nothing-o fun, Out on the ebbing wave, Chasing him back to his watery lair, Jolly wet every one, Thinking-of-nothing-o fun.

Jolly, O, jolly, at eve, When the golden waves Are tumbling into the sun, And the silent air Is thinking of nothing, to go, All in a row, A hundred or so, Manfully take a stand, Just on the edge of the land, Just where the pebbles and inrushing sea Battle, and rattle, and never agree, Solemnly, solemnly, O! Each his own pebble to throw, With a heigho! jolly heigho! Rare, O, rare, Nought can compare When the silent air Is thinking of nothing, to go, With a heigho! jolly heigho! Solemnly, solemnly, throw Pebbles and pebbles at our jolly foe, Hundreds of heads in a row, Thinking of nothing, heigho!

O HAPPY days, O happy days, Ye pass, but do not die, Bright visitants, like summer rain Dropped softly from the sky; Which rests awhile on earth, And sinks unseen, and reappears again In wondrous birth on birth, New born in herb and flower, in bud and tree, And fountain waters flowing clear and free.

O happy days, thy glow is on Green slope and heathery hill, Reflection bright of happy eyes, Which there have looked their fill. Ye choose ye valleys sweet, Where o'er the water-song the dim woods rise, Your votaries to meet, And sweetest far your home where Lery bright Plays in your smile with pebbles and the light.

We find you where we left you last, When that glad summer noon We turned to go, half gay, half sad, An end had come so soon; Just where the wider sweep, With oak, and fern, and purple heather clad, Curves from the shoulder steep, Whereon ye watch the streamlet down the glade Send its white thoughts through narrowing glooms of shade.

Look, now th' imprisoned light is spread On a clear bed of rock; And the next moment tossed about, A fairy shuttlecock; Then in a still pool deep, Heart laid to heart in chambers hollowed out, The quiet wood doth sleep. So wooing still and wooed, demure or gay, The Lery down the vale a soul of joy doth stray.

Thy train, dear happy days, are here, Each leaflet in its place, They tell me round yon jutting rock That I shall see your face. Lo! all are paddling there, For happy time recks not of mortal clock, The children of last year. Our fishers throw, while on the pebbly ridge Tea boils, and rash feet shake the miner's bridge.

Each tendril the old welcome gives, Each leaflet in its place, The very ants are marching still Along the selfsame trace; The hours themselves forget To drop another shadow on the rill, So there it lingers yet, And year by year we wake up with a kiss The sleeping princess of our summer bliss.

EACH shall have his own love, High be linked to high, Sky be kissing mountain, Mountain kissing sky.

Dozing in the orchard Let the goodman sit, Count on summer evenings Apples he will eat.

Glory to the sands O! Glory give who can, Where a man, who stands O! Feels himself a man.

Where the east wind gallops, Keen with keen-edged knife, And the wide world freshens, Salted with sea-life.

Where the great free waters Have their freedom rolled, And the golden sunbeams Powdered them with gold.

Blow, ye winds, your trumpets, Blow, ye winds, your fife, Glory to the sands O! Salted with sea-life.

With the sea-bird shrieking To the sea below, Clang thy wild clang, sea-bird, Sea, thy organ blow.

When the summer whispers Float in o'er the sea, Then a moving rainbow Spreads itself o'er thee.

Rainbow light and silver, Silver sheen and gold, All the light of childhood, Happy childhood bold.

There it gleams and glistens Moving as we go, Light of sun or childhood, Who is skilled to know?

Liberty and joyance Still ye give each one, Manhood with the east wind, Childhood with the sun.

Blow, ye winds, your trumpets, Blow, ye winds, your fife, Glory to the sands O! Salted with sea-life.

With the sea-bird shrieking To the sea below; Clang thy wild clang, sea-bird, Sea, thy organ blow.

CHIMES there are on earth, harmonious splendours, Subtle symphonies of ear and eye, Yea, dim bridals, when the mortal spirit Weds a half-veiled immortality.

Whoso sees the deep eyes turned upon him, Nature's dreamlike radiance, on the height Breathless-happy stands, and draws by seeing Blissful inspiration, clearer sight.

Go where from his rampart Taliesin O'er the beaten gold of the great plain Throws his charm on river, sea, and mountain, Blending all in one bright living strain.

Now a sunny silence makes heart-music, As it comes up smiling o'er the sea; All the hill-sides dimple; on it passes, In and out the enchanted shadows flee.

Now within the coronet of mountains And the sea-fringed margin of the west Nature's thoughts are stirring, gusts of passion Ruffle the embroidery on her breast.

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