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E wŷr awduron radlon ri,

Pa faint yn ffraeth, a wnaeth i ni,
Oi fyn'd ir gro mae arnom gri
Mal cledi clwy.

Ni ddaeth mewn modd tufiewn i'n mûr

Drwy y bywyd un mor bur,

Ni welwn cofiwn mawr ein cur

Mo'r MYFYR mwy!!

Ni chlywir heno bibell fain
Ai Sain mal swŷn

Dwl yw'r fan lle dylau fod

Y delyn fwyn

Nid oes mwynder pwy ai medd?
Am dymmor bach tu yma i'r bedd,
Ceiff plant yr Awen lawen wledd
Mewn annedd nef,

and the lay, are alike unequal; but the reward which the bosom of Worth invariably pants for is to be found in the future.

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Some there are, of nobler aim,

"Who spurn the inglorious lot, and feel within

"The generous hope of well-deserved praise."

Yes, posterity will recognise, with a grateful admiration, the Patron of learning, not in the possessor of a Coronet, but in the person of a citizen; not in the palace of opulence, but in the toil of Thames-street; and I contemplate with pleasure the day when those, on whose lips the ancient language of Britain shall still live, will place the name of OWEN JONES on the apex of the pyramid that shall rise to record the benefactors of their country.

The Vision of Taliesin.- Llwyd's Poems.
Rhown

Rhown ein tai bob rhai mewn rhôl Cyn mynd i ddalfa angau ai ddôl, Ein galw a wna hab gilio yn òl, I'w galyn ef.

LINES

ADDRESSED TO

EDWARD MOSTYN LLOYD, ESQ.

ELDEST SON OF

SIR EDWARD PRYCE LLOYD, BART.

OF PENGWERN,

ON HIS COMING OF AGE, 17TH JANUARY, 1816.

Tune-" I'r derri down *."

PEACE gives the wide portals of JANUS to close,
And smiling invites human kind to repose,

While she stops the mad steeds in BELLONA's red car,
And pulls from his seat the dread Dæmon of War.
Derry down, &c.

* It is not generally known that the tune called “ Derry down” is originally British-the words " HAI I'R DERI DOWN," Hie to the oaken shades, being Welsh, these choral words having at length, like "AR HYD Y NOS," given name to the strain;-an English song, called the " Abbot of Canterbury," has also given it another:-the Celtic word Deri is still known as descriptive of a region originally sylvan, in the north of Ireland-the county of Derry.

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To us in addition this joy-giving morn

Displays a bright vista which TIME shall adorn:
He saw at fair PENGWERN his MARCHUDD* of yore,
And now says, exulting, "His race I'll restore."

Derry down, &c.

Look back, my young friend, on thy sires and their day;
They live, and shall live, in the Muse's sweet lay:
While Honor directs thee, THY day shall be dear,-
In Cambria's fair annals thy name shall appear.

Derry down, &c.

There eye thy bright pattern, the good and the brave,
Who dar'd the fell conflict his country to save :

In dignified virtue, remote from a throne,

The patriot delighted" to dwell with his own:"

Derry down, &c.

MARCHUDD (pre-eminently the Equestrian) lived in 820, was Lord of a district called Is Dulas, in Denbighshire, founder of one of the fifteen tribes of North Wales, and distinguished by a Shield Gules, and thereon a Saracen's head erased, proper, wreathed argent and sable. From this Chieftain, through Dyffryn Aled, and the Forest in Llansaunan, is Sir E. P. Lloyd.—About A. D. 900, Pengwern was a Gavel from Marchudd, but that branch closed in an heiress, who married a descendant of Madoc Ddu, of Rhuddlan, from Edwin, Lord of Englefield, and founded the family of Griffith of Pengwern, extinct in our day in the person of the heiress and first lady of the late Sir Edward Lloyd, bart. This union restored Pengwera to another branch from its ancient possessor; and let me add-Esto perpetua.

+ One of Mr. Lloyd's ancestors, at the head of his thousand friends and neigh. bours, went to Bosworth to aid his compatriot, Henry VII., who, when quietly fixed on the throne, sent a gracious message to invite him to court; but listen, ye sons of ambition, to his reply from holy writ-" I LOVE TO DWELL AMONG MING OWN PEOPLE."

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To chaplets eternal, the Virtues award,
The love of thy country-a blissful reward;
While Fame's many trumpets proclaim it aloud,
"Tis the Country of which it is praise to be proud.

Derry down, &c.

RICHARD LWYD.

* The result of the investigation which has recently taken place into the mendicity of London by a committee of the house of commons, and some benevolent individuals, is, that there are at least 15,249, consisting of Irish, Scotch, parochial, and some foreign beggars, which daily infest that vast capital—“ seeking whom they may deceive,” but in this mass of profligacy and deception—hear it, ye natives of Cambria, and enjoy it—not a Welchman was found!

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