Conjectures. F there be prophets on whose spirits rest And with dread signs the nascent Stream invest ? Or some of humbler name, to these wild shores Trepidation of the Druids. CREAMS round the Arch-druid's brow the seamew SCR As Menai's foam; and toward the mystic ring [white Where Augurs stand, the Future questioning, Slowly the cormorant aims her heavy flight, Portending ruin to each baleful rite, That, in the lapse of ages, hath crept o'er Diluvian truths, and patriarchal lore. Haughty the Bard;-can these meek doctrines blight But all shall be fulfilled ;-the Julian spear A way first opened; and, with Roman chains, The tidings come of Jesus crucified; They come they spread-the weak, the suffering, hear; Receive the faith, and in the hope abide. Druidical Excommunication. MERCY and Love have met thee on thy road, Thou wretched Outcast, from the gift of fire And food cut off, by sacerdotal ire, From every sympathy that Man bestowed! As to the one sole fount whence wisdom flowed, Uncertainty. DARKNESS surrounds us; seeking, we are lost On Snowdon's wilḍs, amid Brigantian coves, Or where the solitary shepherd roves Along the plain of Sarum, by the ghost Nor characters of Greek or Roman fame, Persecution. AMENT! for Dioclesian's fiery sword Works busy as the lightning; but instinct And for the faith; nor shall his name forsake Recovery. AS, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain Their cheerfulness, and busily re-trim Their nests, or chant a gratulating hymn To celebrate their great deliverance ; That persecution, blind with rage extreme, May not the less, through Heaven's mild countenance, Even in her own despite, both feed and cheer; For all things are less dreadful than they seem. Temptations from Roman Refinements. WATCH, and be firm! for, soul-subduing vice, Heart-killing luxury, on your steps await. Fair houses, baths, and banquets delicate, Their radiance through the woods-may yet suffice Your love of Him upon whose forehead sate The crown of thorns; whose life-blood flowed, the price Of your redemption. Shun the insidious arts That Rome provides, less dreading from her frown Dissensions. THAT heresies should strike (if truth be scanned Presumptuously) their roots both wide and deep, Is natural as dreams to feverish sleep. Lo! Discord at the altar dares to stand Struggle of the Britons against the Barbarians. ISE!-they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask R How they have scourged old foes, perfidious friends: The Spirit of Caractacus descends Upon the Patriots, animates their task;— O'er heaps of slain ;--from Cambrian wood and moss Bards, nursed on blue Plinlimmon's still abode, And everlasting deeds to burning words! Saron Conquest. OR wants the cause the panic-striking aid For instant victory. But Heaven's high will Of Pagan night. Afflicted and dismayed, The Relics of the sword flee to the mountains : O wretched Land! whose tears have flowed like fountains; Whose arts and honours in the dust are laid By men yet scarcely conscious of a care For other monuments than those of Earth; Who, as the fields and woods have given them birth, Content, if foss, and barrow, and the girth Of long-drawn rampart, witness what they were. |