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Even so, in many a reconstructed fane,
Have the survivors of this storm renewed
Their holy rites with vocal gratitude :
And solemn ceremonials they ordain
To celebrate their great deliverance;
Most feelingly instructed ’mid their fear, -
That persecution, blind with rage extreme,
May not the less, through Heaven's mild counte-

nance, Even in her own despite, both feed and cheer ; For all things are less dreadful than they seem.

VIII.

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,
And temples flashing, bright as polar ice,
Their radiance through the woods, may yet suffice
To sap your hardy virtue, and abate
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
Than from her wily praise, her peaceful gown,
Language, and letters ; – these, though fondly

viewed

As humanizing graces, are but parts
And instruments of deadliest servitude !

IX.

DISSENSIONS.

That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned
Presumptuously) their roots bith wide and deep,
Is natural as dreams to 's erish sleep.
Lo! Discord at the altar dares to stand,
Uplifting toward high Heaven her fiery brand,
A cherished Priestess of tie new-baptized !
But chastisement shall follow peace despised.
The Pictish cloud darkens the enervate land
By Rome abandoned ; vain are suppliant cries,
And prayers that would undo her forced farewell;
For she returns not. Awed by her own knell,
She casts the Britons upon strange Allies,
Soon to become more dreaded enemies
Than heartless misery called them to repel.

X.

STRUGGLE OF THE BRITONS AGAINST THE BARBARIANS.

Rise! they have risen : of brave Aneurin ask
How they have scourged old foes, perfidious friends:
The Spirit of Caractacus descends
Upon the Patriots, animates their task ;
Amazement runs before the towering casque
Of Arthur, bearing through the stormy field

The Virgin sculptured on his Christian shield :
Stretched in the sunny light of victory bask
The Host that followed Urien as he strode
O’er heaps of slain ; - from Cambrian wood and

moss
Druids descend, auxiliars of the Cross ;
Bards, nursed on blue Plinlimmon's still abode,
Rush on the fight, to harps preferring swords,
And everlasting deeds to burning words !

XI.

SAXON CONQUEST.

NOR wants the cause the panic-striking aid
Of hallelujahs * tost from hill to hill,
For instant victory. But Heaven's high will
Permits a second and a darker shade
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 honors 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,
Will build their savage fortunes only there;
Content, if foss, and barrow, and the girth
Of long-drawn rampart, witness what they were.

* See Note.

XII.

MONASTERY OF OLD BANGOR.*

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The oppression of the tumult, -wrath and scorn, -
The tribulation, and the gleaming blades,
Such is the impetuous spirit that pervades

of Taliesin ; - Ours shall mourn The unarmed Host who by their prayers would

turn The sword from Bangor's walls, and guard the store Of Aboriginal and Roman lore, And Christian monuments, that now must burn To senseless ashes. Mark! how all things swerve From their known course, or vanish like a dream; Another language spreads from coast to coast; Only perchance some melancholy Stream And some indignant Hills old names preserve, When laws, and creeds, and people all are lost !

XIII.

CASUAL INCITEMENT.

A BRIGHT-HAIRED company of youthful slaves,
Beautiful strangers, stand within the pale
Of a sad market, ranged for public sale,
Where Tiber's stream the Immortal City laves:
Angli by name; and not an ANGEL waves

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* See Note.

His wing who could seem lovelier to man's eye
Than they appear to holy Gregory;
Who, having learnt that name, salvation craves
For them, and for their Land. The earnest Sire,
His questions urging, feels, in slender ties
Of chiming sound, commanding sympathies;
DE-IRIANS, - he would save them from God's IRE;
Subjects of Saxon ÆLLA, they shall sing
Glad HALLE-lujahs to the Eternal King!

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XIV.

GLAD TIDINGS.

For ever hallowed be this morning fair,
Blest be the unconscious shore on which ye tread,
And blest the silver Cross, which ye, instead
Of martial banner, in procession bear ;
The Cross preceding Him who floats in air,
The pictured Saviour! - By Augustin led,
They come,

- and onward travel without dread, Chanting in barbarous ears a tuneful prayer, Sung for themselves, and those whom they would

free! Rich conquest waits them :- - the tempestuous sea Of Ignorance, that ran so rough and high, And heeded not the voice of clashing swords, These good men humble by a few bare words, And calm with fear of God's divinity.

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