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The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...

The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...

Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...

Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...

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

The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...

Pennillion
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...

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

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

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...

That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire
Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless min...

The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...

My Father-land
Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...

The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...

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



To May






Category: The Beautiful.

the following and several other poems in this collection. He was a
native of Cardiganshire, and, following the example of his countrymen, he
assumed the bardic name of _Daniel Ddu_. He was born in 1792, and died
in 1846. His compositions were very miscellaneous, and appeared
separately, but the whole were afterwards published in one volume by Mr.
W. Rees, of Llandovery, in 1831. This poet's writings are distinguished
by great pathos, and a truthful description of nature.]

How fair and fragrant art thou, May!
Replete with leaf and verdure,
How sweet the blossom of the thorn
Which so enriches nature,
The bird now sings upon the bush,
Or soars through fields of azure.

The earth absorbs the genial rays
Which vivify the summer,
The busy bee hums on his way
Exhausting every flower,
Returning to its earthen nest
Laden with honied treasure.

How cheerful are the signs of May,
The lily sweet and briar,
Perfuming every shady way
Beside the warbling river;
And thou, gay cuckoo! hast returned
To usher in the summer.

How pleasant is the cuckoo's song
Which floats along the meadow,
How rich the sight of woodland green,
And pastures white and yellow,
The lark now soars into the heights
And pours her notes so mellow.

To welcome May, let thousands hie
At the sweet dawn of morning,
The winter cold has left the sky,
The sun is mildly beaming,
The dew bright sparkles on the grass,
All nature is rejoicing.

Let May be crown'd the best of months
Of all the passing year,
Let her be deck'd with floral wreaths,
And fed with juice and nectar,
Let old and young forsake the town
And shout a welcome to her.





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