Unrighted turned away. King Owen's name Shall live to after-times without a blot!
There were two brethren once of kingly line, The old man replied; they loved each other well; And when the one was at his dying hour, It then was comfort to him that he left So dear a brother, who would duly pay A father's duties to his orphan boy.
And sure he loved the orphan, and the boy With all a child's sincerity loved him, And learnt to call him father: so the years Went on, till when the orphan gain'd the age Of manhood, to the throne his uncle came. The young man claim'd a fair inheritance,
His father's lands; and-mark what follows,
At midnight he was seized, and to his eyes The brazen plate was held - He cried aloud; He look'd around for help; - he only saw His Uncle's ministers, prepared to do Their wicked work, who to the red-hot brass Forced his poor eyes, and held the open lids, Till the long agony consumed the sense; And when their hold relax'd, it had been worth The wealth of worlds if he could then have seen, Dreadful to him and hideous as they were, Their ruffian faces! - I am blind, young Prince, And I can tell how sweet a thing it is To see the blessed light!
Must more be told? What further agonies he yet endured? Or hast thou known the consummated crime, And heard Cynetha's fate?
A painful glow Inflamed my cheek, and for my father's crime I felt the shame of guilt. The dark-brow'd man Beheld the burning flush, the uneasy eye,
Shall shield thee from the jealous arm of power? Think of Cynetha! - the unsleeping eye Of justice hath not closed upon his wrongs; At length the avenging arm is gone abroad, — One woe is past, -woe after woe comes on,- There is no safety here,- here thou must be
That knew not where to rest. Come! we will The victim of the murderer! Does thy heart
Shrink from the alternative? - look round!
What shelter, whither wouldst thou fly for peace? What if the asylum of the Church were safe,- Were there no better purposes ordain'd For that young arm, that heart of noble hopes? Son of our kings, of old Cassibelan, Great Caratach, immortal Arthur's line,- Oh, shall the blood of that heroic race Stagnate in cloister-sloth? Or wouldst thou leave Thy native isle, and beg, in awkward phrase, Some foreign sovereign's charitable grace,- The Saxon or the Frank,- and earn his gold, The hireling in a war whose cause thou know'st not, Whose end concerns not thee? I sat and gazed, Following his eye with wonder, as he paced Before me to and fro, and listening still, Though now he paced in silence. But anon, The old man's voice and step awakened us, Each from his thought; I will come out, said he, That I may sit beside the brook, and feel The comfortable sun. As forth he came,
I could not choose but look upon his face: Gently on him had gentle nature laid
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves. The weight of years; all passions that disturb
Were past away; the stronger lines of grief Softened and settled, till they told of grief By patient hope and piety subdued:
There, upon that wide field! What meanest thou?
I cried. That yonder waters are not spread
His eyes, which had their hue and brightness left, A boundless waste, a bourne impassable!
Fix'd lifelessly, or objectless they roll'd,
Nor moved by sense, nor animate with thought. On a smooth stone beside the stream he took His wonted seat in the sunshine. Thou hast lost A brother, Prince, he said-or the dull ear Of age deceived me. Peace be with his soul ! And may the curse that lies upon the house Of Owen turn away! Wilt thou come hither, And let me feel thy face?-I wondered at him: Yet while his hand perused my lineaments, Deep awe and reverence fill'd me. O my God, Bless this young man! he cried; a perilous state Is his;- but let not thou his father's sins Be visited on him!
I raised my eyes, Inquiring, to Cadwallon; Nay, young Prince, Despise not thou the blind man's prayer! he cried; It might have given thy father's dying hour A hope, that sure he needed — for, know thou, It is the victim of thy father's crime, Who asks a blessing on thee!
I fell, and clasp'd his knees: he raised me up; - Blind as I was, a mutilated wretch,
A thing that nature owns not, I survived, Loathing existence, and with impious voice Accused the will of Heaven, and groan'd for death. Years pass'd away; this universal blank Became familiar, and my soul reposed On God, and I had comfort in my prayers. But there were blessings for me yet in store Thy father knew not, when his bloody fear All hope of an avenger had cut off, How there existed then an unborn babe, Child of my lawless love. Year after year I lived a lonely and forgotten wretch, Before Cadwallon knew his father's fate, Long years and years before I knew my son; For never, till his mother's dying hour,
NOT with a heart unmoved I left thy shores, Dear native isle! oh-not without a pang, As thy fair uplands lessened on the view, Cast back the long, involuntary look! The morning cheer'd our outset; gentle airs Curl'd the blue deep, and bright the summer sun Play'd o'er the summer ocean, when our barks Began their way.
And they were gallant barks, As ever through the raging billows rode; And many a tempest's buffeting they bore. Their sails all swelling with the eastern breeze, Their tighten'd cordage clattering to the mast, Steady they rode the main; the gale aloft Sung in the shrouds, the sparkling waters hiss'd
Learnt he his dangerous birth. He sought me Before, and froth'd, and whiten'd far behind.
He woke my soul once more to human ties;
I hope he hath not wean'd my heart from Heaven, Life is so precious now!-
Dear, good old man! And lives he still? Goervyl ask'd, in tears; Madoc replied, I scarce can hope to find A father's welcome at my distant home. I left him full of days, and ripe for death;
And the last prayer Cynetha breathed upon me Went like a death-bed blessing to my heart!
Day after day, with one auspicious wind, Right to the setting sun we held our course.
| My hope had kindled every heart; they blest The unvarying breeze, whose unabating strength Still sped us onward; and they said that Heaven Favor'd the bold emprise.
How many a time, Mounting the mast-tower-top, with eager ken They gazed, and fancied in the distant sky Their promised shore, beneath the evening cloud, Or seen, low lying, through the haze of morn. I, too, with eyes as anxious watch'd the waves,
When evening came, toward the echoing shore Though patient, and prepared for long delay;
I and Cadwallon walk'd together forth:
Bright with dilated glory shone the west; But brighter lay the ocean-flood below,
The burnish'd silver sea, that heaved and flash'd Its restless rays, intolerably bright.
Prince, quoth Cadwallon, thou hast rode the waves In triumph, when the invaders felt thine arm. Oh, what a nobler conquest might be won,
For not on wild adventure had I rush'd With giddy speed, in some delirious fit Of fancy; but in many a tranquil hour Weigh'd well the attempt, till hope matured to faith, Day after day, day after day the same,— A weary waste of waters! still the breeze Hung heavy in our sails, and we held on One even course: a second week was gone,
And now another past, and still the same, Waves beyond waves, the interminable sea! What marvel, if at length the mariners Grew sick with long expectance? I beheld Dark looks of growing restlessness; I heard Distrust's low murmurings; nor avail'd it long To see and not perceive. Shame had awhile Repress'd their fear, till, like a smother'd fire, It burst, and spread with quick contagion round, And strengthen'd as it spread. They spake in tones Which might not be mistaken;- They had done What men dared do, ventured where never keel Had cut the deep before; still all was sea, The same unbounded ocean! - to proceed Were tempting Heaven.
I heard with feign'd surprise,
And, pointing then to where our fellow bark, Gay with her fluttering streamers and full sails, Rode, as in triumph, o'er the element,
Still to pursue the desperate enterprise Were impious madness! they had deem'd, indeed, That Heaven in favor gave the unchanging gale ;- More reason now to think offended God, When man's presumptuous folly strove to pass The fated limits of the world, had sent His winds, to waft us to the death we sought. Their lives were dear, they bade me know, and they Many, and I, the obstinate, but one. With that, attending no reply, they hailed Our fellow bark, and told their fix'd resolve. A shout of joy approved. Thus, desperate now, I sought my solitary cabin; there Confused with vague, tumultuous feelings lay, And to remembrance and reflection lost, Knew only I was wretched.
Cadwallon found me; shame, and grief, and pride, And baffled hope, and fruitless anger swell'd
I ask'd them what their comrades there would deem Within me. All is over! I exclaim'd; Of those so bold ashore, who, when a day, Perchance an hour, might crown their glorious toil, Shrunk then, and coward-like return'd to meet Mockery and shame? True, they had ventured on In seas unknown, beyond where ever man Had plough'd the billows yet: more reason so Why they should now, like him whose happy speed Well nigh hath run the race, with higher hope Press onward to the prize. But late they said, Marking the favor of the steady gale, That Heaven was with us
Yet not in me, my friend, hath time produced These tardy doubts and shameful fickleness; I have not fail'd, Cadwallon! Nay, he said, The coward fears which persecuted me Have shown what thou hast suffer'd. We have yet One hope-I pray'd them to proceed a day,- But one day more; this little have I gain'd, And here will wait the issue; in yon bark I am not needed, — they are masters there. there.
Fair seas and favoring skies; nor need we pray For other aid; the rest was in ourselves; Nature had given it, when she gave to man Courage and constancy.
They answer'd not, Awhile obedient; but I saw with dread The silent sullenness of cold assent. Then, with what fearful eagerness I gazed, At earliest daybreak, o'er the distant deep! How sick at heart with hope, when evening closed, Gazed through the gathering shadows! - but I saw The sun still sink below the endless waves, And still at morn, beneath the farthest sky, Unbounded ocean heaved. Day after day Before the steady gale we drove along, - Day after day! The fourth week now had past; Still all around was sea,
So long that we had voyaged on so fast, And still at morning where we were at night, And where we were at morn, at nightfall still, The centre of that drear circumference, Progressive, yet no change!—almost it seem'd That we had pass'd the mortal bounds of space, And speed was toiling in infinity.
My days were days of fear; my hours of rest Were like a tyrant's slumber. Sullen looks, Eyes turn'd on me, and whispers meant to meet My ear, and loud despondency, and talk Of home, now never to be seen again,-
I suffer'd these, dissembling as I could, Till that avail'd no longer. Resolute
The men came round me. They had shown enough Of courage now, enough of constancy;
One only day! - The gale blew strong, the bark Sped through the waters; but the silent hours, Who make no pause, went by; and centred still, We saw the dreary vacancy of heaven Close round our narrow view, when that brief term, The last, poor respite of our hopes, expired. They shorten'd sail, and call'd with coward prayer For homeward winds. (Why, what poor slaves are we !
In bitterness I cried; the sport of chance; Left to the mercy of the elements, Or the more wayward will of such as these, Blind tools and victims of their destiny! Yea, Madoc! he replied, the Elements Master indeed the feeble powers of man! Not to the shores of Cambria will thy ships Win back their shameful way! -or HE, whose will Unchains the winds, hath bade them minister To aid us, when all human hope was gone, Or we shall soon eternally repose From life's long voyage.
As he spake, I saw The clouds hang thick and heavy o'er the deep, And heavily, upon the long, slow swell, The vessel labor'd on the laboring sea. The reef-points rattled on the shivering sail; At fits the sudden gust howl'd ominous, Anon with unremitting fury raged; High roll'd the mighty billows, and the blast Swept from their sheeted sides the showery foam. Vain now were all the seamen's homeward hopes, Vain all their skill! we drove before the storm.
'Tis pleasant, by the cheerful hearth, to hear Of tempests and the dangers of the deep,
And pause at times, and feel that we are safe; Then listen to the perilous tale again, And with an eager and suspended soul, Woo terror to delight us. - But to hear The roaring of the raging elements, To know all human skill, all human strength, Avail not, to look round, and only see The mountain wave incumbent with its weight Of bursting waters o'er the reeling bark, - Oh God, this is indeed a dreadful thing! And he who hath endured the horror once Of such an hour, doth never hear the storm Howl round his home, but he remembers it, And thinks upon the suffering mariner.
Onward we drove with unabating force The tempest raged; night added to the storm New horrors, and the morn arose o'erspread With heavier clouds. The weary mariners Call'd on Saint Cyric's aid; and I, too, placed My hope on Heaven, relaxing not the while Our human efforts. Ye who dwell at home, Ye do not know the terrors of the main ! When the winds blow, ye walk along the shore, And as the curling billows leap and toss, Fable that Ocean's mermaid Shepherdess Drives her white flocks afield, and warns in time The wary fisherman. Gwenhidwy warned When we had no retreat! My secret heart Almost had fail'd me.- - Were the Elements Confounded in perpetual conflict here, Sea, Air, and Heaven? Or were we perishing Where at their source the Floods, forever thus, Beneath the nearer influence of the Moon, Labor'd in these mad workings? Did the Waters Here on their outmost circle meet the Void, The verge and brink of Chaos ? Or this Earth, Was it indeed a living thing,—its breath The ebb and flow of Ocean? and had we Reached the storm rampart of its Sanctuary, The insuperable boundary, raised to guard Its mysteries from the eye of man profane?
Three dreadful nights and days we drove along; The fourth, the welcome rain came rattling down; The wind had fallen, and through the broken cloud Appeared the bright, dilating blue of heaven. Imbolden'd now, I call'd the mariners :
Vain were it should we bend a homeward course, Driven by the storm so far: they saw our barks, For service of that long and perilous way, Disabled, and our food belike to fail. Silent they heard, reluctant in assent; Anon, they shouted joyfully. - I look'd And saw a bird slow sailing overhead, His long, white pinions by the sunbeam edged, As though with burnish'd silver; - -never yet Heard I so sweet a music as his cry!
Yet three days more, and hope more eager now, Sure of the signs of land, -weed-shoals, and birds Who flock'd the main, and gentle airs which breathed,
MADOC had paused awhile; but every eye Still watch'd his lips, and every voice was hush'd. Soon as I leap'd ashore, pursues the Lord Of Ocean, prostrate on my face I fell, Kiss'd the dear earth, and pray'd with thankful tears.
Hard by a brook was flowing;- never yet, Even from the gold-tipp'd horn of victory, With harp and song, amid my father's hall, Pledged I so sweet a draught, as lying there, Beside that streamlet's brink! to feel the ground, To quaff the cool, clear water, to inhale The breeze of land, while fears and dangers past Recurr'd and heighten'd joy, as summer storms Make the fresh evening lovelier!
The natives throng'd; astonish'd, they beheld Our winged barks, and gazed with wonderment On the strange garb, the bearded countenance, And the white skin, in all unlike themselves. I see with what inquiring eyes you ask, What men were they? Of dark-brown color, tinged With sunny redness; wild of eye; their brows So smooth, as never yet anxiety
Nor busy thought had made a furrow there; Beardless, and each to each of lineaments So like, they seem'd but one great family. Their loins were loosely cinctured, all beside Bare to the sun and wind; and thus their limbs, Unmanacled, display'd the truest forms Of strength and beauty. Fearless sure they were, | And, while they eyed us, grasp'd their spears, as if, Like Britain's injured but unconquer'd sons, They too had known how perilous it was To let a stranger, if he came in arms, Set foot upon their land.
But soon the guise Of men nor purporting nor fearing ill Gain'd confidence; their wild, distrustful looks Assumed a milder meaning; over one
I cast my mantle, on another's head The velvet bonnet placed, and all was joy. We now besought for food; at once they read Our gestures; but I cast a hopeless eye On hills and thickets, woods, and marshy plains, A waste of rank luxuriance all around. Thus musing, to a lake I follow'd them, Left when the rivers to their summer course Withdrew; they scatter'd on its water drugs
Or seemed to breathe fresh fragrance from the shore. Of such strange potency, that soon the shoals, On the last evening, a long, shadowy line
Coop'd there by Nature prodigally kind,
Floated inebriate. As I gazed, a deer
Came down:- yea! like a Demon's arm, it seized
Sprung from the bordering thicket; the true shaft | The waters; Ocean smoked beneath its touch,
Scarce with the distant victim's blood had stain'd
Its point, when instantly he dropp'd and died, Such deadly juice imbued it; yet on this
We made our meal unharm'd; and I perceived The wisest leech that ever in our world Cull'd herbs of hidden virtue, was to these A child in knowledge.
Sorrowing we beheld The night come on; but soon did night display More wonders than it veil'd: innumerous tribes From the wood-cover swarm'd, and darkness made Their beauties visible; one while they stream'd A bright blue radiance upon flowers which closed Their gorgeous colors from the eye of day; Now, motionless and dark, eluded search, Self-shrouded; and anon, starring the sky, Rose like a shower of fire.
Our friendly hosts Now led us to the hut, our that night's home, A rude and spacious dwelling: twisted boughs, And canes, and withies formed the walls and roof; And from the unhewn trunks which pillar'd it, Low nets of interwoven reeds were hung.
And rose like dust before the whirlwind's force. But we sail'd onward over tranquil seas, Wafted by airs so exquisitely mild, That even to breathe became an act of will, And sense, and pleasure. Not a cloud, by day, With purple islanded the dark-blue deep; By night the quiet billows heaved and glanced Under the moon, that heavenly moon! so bright, That many a midnight have I paced the deck, Forgetful of the hours of due repose; Yea, till the Sun, in his full majesty, Went forth, like God beholding his own works.
Once, when a chief was feasting us on shore, A captive served the food: I mark'd the youth, For he had features of a gentler race; And oftentimes his eye was fix'd on me, With looks of more than wonder. We return'd At evening to our ships; at night a voice Came from the sea, the intelligible voice Of earnest supplication: he had swum To trust our mercy; up the side he sprang, And look'd among the crew, and singling me,
With shouts of honor here they gather'd round me, Fell at my feet. Such friendly tokenings Ungarmented my limbs, and in a net
With softest feathers lined, a pleasant couch,
To our ships return'd, After soft sojourn here, we coasted on, Insatiate of the wonders and the charms Of earth, and air, and sea. Thy summer woods Are lovely, O my mother isle! the birch Light bending on thy banks, thy elmy vales, Thy venerable oaks! But there, what forms Of beauty clothed the inlands and the shore! All these in stateliest growth, and mixt with these Dark spreading cedar, and the cypress tall, Its pointed summit waving to the wind Like a long beacon flame; and loveliest Amid a thousand strange and lovely shapes, The lofty palm, that with its nuts supplied
As our short commerce with the native tribes Had taught, I proffer'd, and sincerity Gave force and meaning to the half-learnt forms. For one we needed who might speak for us; And well I liked the youth,- the open lines Which character'd his face, the fearless heart, Which gave at once and won full confidence. So that night at my feet Lincoya slept.
When I display'd whate'er might gratify, Whate'er surprise, with most delight he view'd Our arms, the iron helm, the pliant mail, The buckler strong to save; and then he shook The lance, and grasp'd the sword, and turn'd to me With vehement words and gestures, every limb Working with one strong passion; and he placed The falchion in my hand, and gave the shield,
Beverage and food; they edged the shore, and And pointed south and west, that I should go
The far-off highland summits, their straight stems Bare, without leaf or bough, erect and smooth, Their tresses nodding like a crested helm, The plumage of the grove.
Will ye believe The wonders of the ocean? how its shoals Sprang from the wave, like flashing light, wing,
To conquer and protect; anon he wept Aloud, and clasp'd my knees, and falling, fain He would have kiss'd my feet. Went we to shore? Then would he labor restlessly to show A better place lay onward; and in the sand To south and west he drew the line of coast, And figured how a mighty river there took Ran to the sea. The land bent westward soon, And, thus confirm'd, we voyaged on to seek The river inlet, following at the will Of our new friend and we learnt after him, Well pleased and proud to teach, what this was call'd,
And, twinkling with a silver glitterance, Flew through the air and sunshine? yet were these To sight less wondrous than the tribe who awam, Following like fowlers with uplifted eye Their falling quarry-language cannot paint Their splendid tints; though in blue ocean seen, Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue, In all its rich variety of shades, Suffused with glowing gold.
Heaven, too, had there Its wonders: - from a deep, black, heavy cloud, What shall I say? -a shoot, a trunk, an arm
What that, with no unprofitable pains. Nor light the joy I felt at hearing first The pleasant accents of my native tongue, Albeit in broken words and tones uncouth, Come from these foreign lips.
At length we came Where the great river, amid shoals, and banks, And islands, growth of its own gathering spoils,
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