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POETRY. SPIRIT OF THE \V YE! (By VIEWN. The Welsh Bard.) RECITATIVE. Spirit of the Wye Where art thou ? Where ? Whether on bank, in stream, or in air, Appear! To accept the poor offering. That thy humble poet will dare to bring. SONG. It is night! It is night' And thy sounds, Creep o'er my wrapt senses infusing delight. Alluring my heart 'till with joy it rebounds Anew, in the raptures of youth. It is night, And the Queen silver-orb undimm'd by a cloud, IBumines the scene with her chastening ray } How dearer, far dearer is this, than the crowd, I Of parasites fluttering round one by day. Hark! Hark There is melody floats in the air. List, 0 List! ere the breeze bear it bv Now nearer, still nearer it comes. It is there See the beautiful Spirit of Wye It is mom! It is morn! Look the Herald of Day. I Has rubied the vale with his first matin blush Lo The Lark is on high pourinlr orisons gav. And al1 nature is shaking off night's silent hush. Should I burden my hear at a moment like this. When all that's around me is with joys ?. While my soul is entrane'd with the bliss, And Hope's magic reign all my sorrow destroys ? No! not in TRIS valley surpassingly fair, My fond heart would be traitor to sigh; Where ALL is perfection on earth. and in air, In the Home of the Spirit of Wye [We understand that the above Sony will shortly be set to music and published.]

HILLI-ONNEE.

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