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CAMBRIA. I

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CAMBRIA. I Breathes ther the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said- This is my own My native land!" lay of the Last Minstrel. Awake, harp, for Britain blest isle of the ocean! Lulled by the waves' never-ceasing commotion Still chanting of freedom-the theme Of the lone harper, WIND, as his trembling hands smite The forest-oak harp on a wild, wintry niaht. Thy glistering spring-leaves and birds through the grove, Exult in the chorus of Freedom and Love, Echoed forth by each sea-bound stream. Thy cliffi, as if touched with a silvery wand, Rise white as bright liaht—thy strong bulwarks so grand. 0 Albion fair land of the Free Thy fertile green valleys thy mountains sublime, That rise to the clouds unmouldered by time. Thy cascades and strf-ams-all these I love well, But my spirit is linked by a rapturous spell To thee !—ancient land of CYMRU Thou, once home of bards !-mighty, noble, and bold, Who sang of enchantments and legends of old Of chivalry, heroes, and war. May thy osier'd vales be free from all ills, As the untrodden snow on the brow of the hills. Romance stands inscribed on each flowery dell Tranquillity breathed from each bud's drooping bell- May nought this tranquillity mar. But religion and peace and science combine With wisdom and honour and justice t' entwine A wreath that shall evermore shed Its influence o'er valleys and mountains sublime, That triumphantly rise unmouldered by time. Though ALL BRITAIN" be dear—at C.UlBBIA.'S name My bosom is kindled with patriot flame; Thou land of the brave, mighty dead Bright cradle of Song Dear old Cambria-thy name, Emblazon'd for ever, exalted by fame, On History's page shall remain How thy dauntless, bold heroes of old bravely fell For their country and freedom,—renown their deeds tell. Let each child of Cymru adore and revere Our ancestors' spirit, and valiantly rear A banner in liberty's fame. For his own C?M?'a? tongue, as his cheek burns with pride, May each son sweetly blend affection's deep tide With zeal for the land of Gwalia." Brave, valiant, dead Cymry Bards Shades of our sires May your faithful, your firm, your unsubdued fires,- Your lofty, wild spirits,—your magical muse,— Still glow in our souls. Their influence diffuse Inspiration's wand o'er Cambria Laugharne. A. H. THOMAS.

AN ANECDOTE OF BEETHOVEN.'

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