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POETRY. The following is the concluding portion of a poem by the Rev. C. W. Ireland Jones, entitled '• The I Attempted Assassination of Queen Victoria," It was written to obtain the prize at the late Druidic Kistrddfod, held at Swansea. With respect to the merits of this poem the judge (the Rev. John Jenkins) said, "another poem had been sent in on the same subject, and although the amount of the prize had been awarded already, the committee felt it due to the meritsof that poelll to present its author with an ac- knowledlIIellt of the high talents it evinced. There was a classic spirit pervadin tlle composition, and in many parts it was characterised by a deep tone of feel- ing, and variety of allusion which made the perusal very pleasing." The chairman concluded his observations, after ascertaining the writer, by paying the talented author a high comp iinent which was loudly responded to by lie meeting. And he also added that it dis- played the highest d gree of ability and intellect, and a most cultivated understanding, for which he could not help awarding, as an extra and an especial prize, Davies's Celtic Researches.' handsomely hound, with the society's arms, ifce. Trte poem was subse- quently recited and repeatedly cheered. Yes thou art saved, and grateful hearts arise To waft on high thv Country's sacrifice Of meetest Praise before Jehovah's throne- Land of the Warrior's birth, the Martyr's crown To waft on high, as dawns each day of Care, The Patriot's praises, and the loyal prayer, Staid the assassin's hands, lo quails each awestruck eye ONeath the .red glare of dread Insanity; Burst, forth the curse of loving thousands there In mingled accents with his fierce despair E'en highest Heaven assents her righteous injured cause, And nerves the Freeman's arm to avenge the Free- man's laws! And even here, behold the Almighty's hand In every Age His sacred chosen band Sustains and serves in ev'ry Peril past, The scourge of Warfare, and the noisome Blast; And guards them safely now and ever more To the blest regions of His Canaan's shore So brightly true the creed that whispers now Peace to the Brave, the fainting Christians' brow, And tells to all how, in each righteous war, "Stars in their courses vanquish Sisera," And seals their victory our God above With the blest incense of his deathless love! How changed the scene I the Dungeon's cheerless gloom The living dead" the mental loss entomb; Circled by wond'ring myriads close, be stands By Justice left in Retribution's hand Yet Pity mingles with each Jndgc's sternest care, Pity responsive echoes to a Mother's prayer, As paints that Mother to each ear and eye The with'ring tale of long Calamity; E'en Nobles now, and Koyal bosoms there Imbibe the Genius of a mother's Care, S- The stricken deer, the bruised reed to spare; J That friendless man, lo Royal mercy shields, And Justice rests, and Retribution yields- And turns the bolt, which fierce Destruction hurl'd, Far from the confines of our happy world. To that lone spot where pitying myriads show Each sign of pity o'er Bethl'ein's woe, Where sounds for aye the curse with ev'ry prayer, The scourge and chain in realms of fierce despair > Lost to the World, and realms of genial air! J How lone his lot! no joys of kindred dart The charms that gladden thro' his cheerless heart; -No tender spouse where life's lone Summers flow Or wakes each joy, or soothes his every woe; No prattling cherubs climb a father's knee, Taught by that sire to lisp of liberty; Nor starts to see, as plead affection's laws, The Martyr madd'ning in the Martyr's cause All, all is past! and his the fearful doom That marks the Horrors of the "living tomb," While Angels selves and loyal Patriots there Hymn o'er the failure of this mad despair!; And thine Victoria, in each age to prove The firm devotion of thy people's love To hold for aye that holiest, brightest gem That lends new lustre to thy Diadem; And ever hail, e'en in our" vale of tears," Unnumbered blessings on thy prosp'rous years- Oh! may'st thou fainting tho' in worldly strife Cling to the kindly charitics of life. And seek for c'er. glad in thy Father's love The priceless treasures of His world above; 'Mid pure thoughts, with purest deeds entwined, Avoid the sins, the follies of thy kind So shall thy mind, when worldly tempests rise, Their fury baffle, and their power despise; So shall thy Soul from many a sorrow cease, Thy heart gain vigour, and thy conscience peace, Whether in contrite mood-on suppliant knee Thou pray'st for Grace, and woo'st Eternity Or new strength thine, the holy rite begun, And Faith and Courage through thy bosom run — That Holy Rite which lifts man's soul on high, And wakes in him the thrill of Ecstacy, When grateful mem'ry runs thro' perished Time The ransom Lamb, the Sacrifice sublime On Calvary's Mount, when joyous Angels sung Peace to lost man the heavenly choirs among; When Faith first learnt to fix the uplifted eye Oil Death's pale form-nor fear'd Eternity

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