e victory given."

IV.

Ah! through my trembling heart
Pierce, like a bitter dart,
Anguish and terror;
Hark to the foemen's vaunt,
Boasting and bitter taunt
Of Saxon warrior.
Nay, do not triumph so,
Do not rejoice as though
Your deeds were glorious;
Not your own valour brave,
Numbers, not courage, have
Made you victorious.
Those who on every side,
Have marked the battle's tide,
Praying for Cymru's arms,
Filled now with wild alarms,
The heights are scaling.
Old men and children flee,
As in amaze they see,
Their chosen warriors yield,
On Rhuddlan's bloody field,
The foe prevailing.

V.

Mountain and lonely dell,
Dingle and rock and fell,
Echo with wailing;
E'en Snowdon's slopes on high
Ring with the bitter cry,
All unavailing!
Cymru's great heart is now
Bleeding with bitter woe--
Woe for her children dead,
Woe for her glory fled,
And fallen nation;
On great Caradog's hall
Anguish and terror fall,
Loud lamentation;
"Weep for our warrior slain,
Ne'er shall we see again,
Our mighty captain."
Rises the harpist old,
Calls for his harp of gold,
Sweeps through its mournful strings,
And loud the music rings,
The dirge of Rhuddlan.

The Shepherd of Cwmdyli.

Cloke of mist hath passed away,
Sweetheart mine,
Which has veiled the heights all day,
Sweetheart mine,
See, the sun shines clear and bright,
Gilding all the hills with light,
To the arbour let us go,
Closely clinging, sweetheart mine.

Listen! from the rocks on high,
Sweetheart mine,
Echo mocks the cuckoo's cry,
Sweetheart mine,
From each hillock low the steers,
Bleat of lambs falls on our ears,
In the bushes, sweet and low,
Birds are singing, sweetheart mine.

But Cwmdyli soon will be,
Sweetheart mine,
Lone and drear, bereft of thee,
Sweetheart mine,
I shall hear thy voice no more,
Never see thee cross the moor,
With thy pail at morn or eve
Tripping gaily, sweetheart mine.

'Mid the city's din be true,
Sweetheart mine.
When new lovers come to woo,
Sweetheart mine,
Oh, remember one who'll be,
Ever filled with thoughts of thee.
In Cwmdyli lone I'll grieve
For thee daily, sweetheart mine.

Why should we Weep?

Why should we weep for those we love,
Who in the faith of Christ have died?
Set free from bonds of sin and pain,
They are living still--the other side.

From wave to wave they once were tossed
On this world's sea, by sto