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MADOC.

PART THE FIRST.

I.

THE RETURN TO WALES.

FAIR blows the wind, . . the vessel drives along,
Her streamers fluttering at their length, her sails
All full,. . she drives along, and round her prow
Scatters the ocean spray. What feelings then
Fill'd every bosom, when the mariners,
After the peril of that weary way,

Beheld their own dear country! Here stands one
Stretching his sight toward the distant shore,
And as to well-known forms his busy joy
Shapes the dim outline, eagerly he points
The fancied headland and the cape and bay,
Till his eyes ache o'erstraining. This man shakes
His comrade's hand and bids him welcome home,
And blesses God, and then he weeps aloud :
Here stands another, who in secret prayer
Calls on the Virgin and his patron Saint,
Renewing his old vows of gifts and alms
And pilgrimage, so he may find all well.

Silent and thoughtful and apart from all
Stood Madoc; now his noble enterprize
Proudly remembering, now in dreams of hope,
Anon of bodings full and doubt and fear.
Fair smiled the evening, and the favouring gale
Sung in the shrouds, and swift the steady bark
Rush'd roaring through the waves.

The sun goes down:
Far off his light is on the naked crags
Of Penmanmawr, and Arvon's ancient hills;
And the last glory lingers yet awhile,
Crowning old Snowdon's venerable head,
That rose amid his mountains. Now the ship
Drew nigh where Mona, the dark island, stretch'd
Her shore along the ocean's lighter line.
There through the mist and twilight, many a fire
Up-flaming stream'd upon the level sea

Red lines of lengthening light, which, far away
Rising and falling, flash'd athwart the waves.
Thereat full many a thought of ill disturb'd
Prince Madoc's mind;..did some new conqueror seize
The throne of David? had the tyrant's guilt
Awaken'd vengeance to the deed of death?
Or blazed they for a brother's obsequies,

The sport and mirth of murder? . . Like the lights
Which there upon Aberfraw's royal walls
Are waving with the wind, the painful doubt
Fluctuates within him... Onward drives the gale, ..
On flies the bark; . . and she hath reach'd at length
Her haven, safe from her unequall'd way !
in louder and yet louder joy

And now,

Clamorous, the happy mariners all-hail

Their native shore, and now they leap to land.

There stood an old man on the beach to wait
The comers from the ocean; and he ask'd,
Is it the Prince? And Madoc knew his voice,
And turn'd to him and fell upon his neck;
For it was Urien who had foster'd him,

Had loved him like a child; and Madoc loved,
Even as a father loved he that old man.
My Sister? quoth the Prince... Oh, she and I
Have wept together, Madoc, for thy loss, . .
That long and cruel absence! . . She and I,
Hour after hour and day by day, have look'd
Toward the waters, and with aching eyes
And aching heart, sate watching every sail.

And David and our brethren? cried the Prince, As they moved on... But then old Urien's lips Were slow at answer; and he spake, and paused In the first breath of utterance, as to choose Fit words for uttering some unhappy tale.

More blood, quoth Madoc, yet? Hath David's fear Forced him to still more cruelty? Alas..

Woe for the house of Owen !

Evil stars,

Replied the old man, ruled o'er thy brethren's birth,
From Dolwyddelan driven, his peaceful home,
Poor Yorwerth sought the church's sanctuary;
The murderer follow'd; .. Madoc, need I say
Who sent the sword? . . Llewelyn, his brave boy,
Where wanders he? in this his rightful realm,

Houseless and hunted; richly would the king
Gift the red hand that rid him of that fear!
Ririd, an outlaw'd fugitive, as yet
Eludes his deadly purpose; Rodri lives,
A prisoner he, I know not in what fit
Of natural mercy from the slaughter spared.
Oh, if my dear old master saw the wreck

And scattering of his house!.. that princely race!
The beautiful band of brethren that they were!

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Madoc made no reply, he closed his eyes,
Groaning. But Urien, for his heart was full,
Loving to linger on the woe, pursued:
I did not think to live to such an hour
Of joy as this! and often, when my sight
Turn'd dizzy from the ocean, overcome
With heavy anguish, Madoc, I have prayed
That God would please to take me to his rest.

So as he ceased his speech, a sudden shout
Of popular joy awakened Madoc's ear:
And calling then to mind the festal fires,
He ask'd their import. The old man replied,
It is the giddy people merry-making

To welcome their new Queen; unheeding they
The shame and the reproach to the long line
Of our old royalty!... Thy brother weds
The Saxon's sister.

What! . . in loud reply

Madoc exclaim'd, hath he forgotten all?

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David! King Owen's son, my father's son,.
He wed the Saxon, . . the Plantagenet !

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