and dig a grave for me,
This is but a world of woe:
Vanish all the joys of life,
Like the clouds which come and go:
And the weary finds no rest
Save within the grave's cold breast.

Go and dig a grave for me,
Weary pilgrim here am I,
Through life's dark and stormy ways
Wandering with a mournful cry.
Nought to clasp to my poor breast
Save the staff whereon I rest.

Go and dig a grave for me,
'Neath some green and shady tree,
Where the kindly breeze will make
Mournful music over me.
Oh how pleasant 'twill be there
For the weak, lone wanderer!

Go and dig a grave for me,
For my journey's nearly o'er;
Of life's sweets I've freely drunk,
Of its wormwood even more.
Now to earth farewell I cry--
Weak and faint, I long to die.

Go and dig a grave for me
All life's pleasures now are past;
Memories of the joys that were
Darker shadows round me cast.
Through death's portals I will fly
Far to peaceful worlds on high.

Go and dig a grave for me,
Though my dwelling will be dark;
Needs not for this mortal frame
Stone or sign its place to mark.
There 'twill rest till stars shall fall
At the last great trumpet call.

Go and dig a grave for me,
Broken is my life's frail thread;
Hasten, dig for me a grave,
Draweth near the stranger dread.
Low, ay low my head be bent,
Till the heavens in twain are rent.

Go and dig a grave for me,
I can stay no longer here,
Fare you well--my weak heart faints
'Neath the dark king's fatal spear.
I am ready for the grave--
Christ receive me, help and save!

CEIRIOG.

John Ceiriog Hughes was born September 25, 1832. He was for many years
clerk in the Goods Station, London Road, Manchester, and was afterwards
stationmaster on the Cambrian Line at Llanidloes, Towyn and Caersws
successively. He died at Caersws April 23rd, 1887. He published during
his lifetime 'Oriau'r Hwyr,' 1860; 'Oriau'r Bore,' 1862; 'Cant o
Ganeuon,' 1863; 'Y Bardd a'r Cerddor,' 1863; 'Oriau Ereill,' 1868; and
'Oriau'r Haf,' 1870. These are now published by Messrs. Hughes and Son,
Wrexham, and ought to be in the possession of every Welshman, and of
everyone desirous of learning Welsh. A posthumous volume was published
in 1888, 'Oriau Olaf' (Isaac Foulkes, Liverpool).

Songs of Wales.

Songs of Wales live in our ears
Through the swiftly passing years;
Moaning stormwinds as they blow
Murmur so