And then when friends proved false, and those I loved
Grew chill and cold, thou saidst “ There is a Friend
That sticketh closer than a brother ” can .
When death with ruthless dart severed the links
Affection wound around my bosom's core,
Thou saidst " weep not,” and bade me dry my tears ,
And pointed to a land where those I'd lost
And mourned so much, live in immortal bliss ;
Where tears wept over lost ones' tombs are dried,
And joy and love begin that know no end.
Incomparable Book ! whose pages yield
A balm for every wound our spirits feel,
While journeying onward to our heavenly rest ;
It animates, it soothes, it points us out
Our everlasting portion in yon sky,
Where death is swallowed up in immortality.
Many of the preceding poems having been composed at an
early age, and before the Authoress had acquired that facility
in composition which characterized the latter portion ofher
life, are here offered , not so much for the purpose of criticism ,
as to bear witness to the subjects whichwere principally
interesting to her, and from which she derived no small amount
of pleasure and gratification.
She was likewise frequently in the habit of sending select
pasages from some of our English poets to the Welsh
periodicals, with a request to be furnished with translations
of the same.
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