Poems . parting we parted for ever,That in this earthly scene we should meet again never,A sigh of regret perchance drew. To Bangors fair city our ride was we stopped not the town to survey, Penmaen Maurs craggy steep frowned tremendouslyfrightful. But Conways light fabric looked poor to the sight, fullOf Menais stupendous display. From Conway we travelled for twenty long miles, And arrived, just as night gathered the vicarage, where we were greeted with a welcome, the warmth of which sweetly be-guilesFatigue of its weariness, found. Llanberris, thy beauties c
Poems . parting we parted for ever,That in this earthly scene we should meet again never,A sigh of regret perchance drew. To Bangors fair city our ride was we stopped not the town to survey, Penmaen Maurs craggy steep frowned tremendouslyfrightful. But Conways light fabric looked poor to the sight, fullOf Menais stupendous display. From Conway we travelled for twenty long miles, And arrived, just as night gathered the vicarage, where we were greeted with a welcome, the warmth of which sweetly be-guilesFatigue of its weariness, found. Llanberris, thy beauties can scarcely excelThe beauties of Clwydd and Cwm, A CAMBRIAN TOUR. 103 Where mountain and rivulet, woodland and dell,With the sea in the distance, embellishes wellAn Eden of brightness and bloom. Fair Cambria ! land of the mountain and rill, Of heroes and poets of old,Where the harp poured its sweetness oer vallej and hill,—Yes I natures own harmony hallows thee still; What heart to her music is cold ?. 104 ON THE BIRTH OF AN INFANT. Welcome, my darling, to thj mothers heart, — A gift from God, a precious trust thou art; A soul, confided to thy parents care, To train for heaven and Christs blest mansion there. Like Moses, in his ark of reeds and fragile bark floats on a troubled flood,Launched on the waves of this worlds stormy tide,More dangerous than Egyptias waters wide. But the same God who interposed to save. And snatched him from the Niles oerwhelming wave, —That providence which Pharaohs daughter sent,And to her heart his tears made eloquent. ON THE BIRTH OF AN INFANT. 105 His fate oerruled, and He whose word can saveCaused her to draw him from his watery grave,And take him for her own, — that Hebrew boyWhom cruel Pharaohs mandate would destroy, — That providence, my babe, can shelter theeFrom all the storms of lifes tempestuous sea,And bear thee safely to that happy shoreWhere all its waves and storms can reach no more.
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