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Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...

An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...

King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...

May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...

My Native Cot
The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo...

The Shipwreck
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....

The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

The Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...

The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...

The Battle Of Gwenystrad
contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe...

The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...

The Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...

The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...

The Deluge
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

The Dawn

Category: The Beautiful.

Streaking the mantle of deep night
The rays of light arise,
Delightful day--shed by the sun--
Breaks forth from eastern skies,
He--in his course o'er oceans vast
And distant lands--returns
Firm to his purpose, true his way,
He nature's tribute earns:
Before him messengers arrive
And sparkle in the sky,
These are the bright and twinkling stars
Which spot the sable canopy.

The cock upon his lofty perch
Has sung the break of day,
The birds within the sheltering trees
Now frolic, chirp and play;
I see all nature is astir
As tho' from sleep restor'd,
Alive with joy and light renew'd
By the Creator's word:
Now every hill and valley low
Appear in full charm,
Beneath the sun's benignant smiles,
Which now creation warm.

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