Papurau Newydd Cymru

Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

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6 erthygl ar y dudalen hon

GOD BLESS OUR SAILOll PRINCE.

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GOD BLESS OUR SAILOll PRINCE. Of Nelson, Hood, and Collingwood, Our grandsires used to sing Our fathers had a toast as eood They gave "The Sailor Kin<»!" Now Royal Alfred treads the deck, His omirage to evince He braves the storm nor fears the wreck- Gud bless our Sailor Prince. CHORUS. G-id bless our Sailor Prince; LClDg may his name be dear to fame, God bless our Sailor Prince. H" õI1 young hearts beat to man that fleet, For glory's t i be won Where England's best and bravest meet; Where stands Victoria's son. Young, brave, and true, be wears the blue, His courage to evince, The pride, the darling of his crew G >d bless our Sail >r Prince CHORUS.—God bless our Sailor Prince, &o. When o'er the land a flash of pain Shot through th' electric wire, That England's darling son was slain, High rose the people's ire. Now let him know, the coward blow Our fealty doth evince, And blend our prayers, that God, who spares, May save our Sailor Prince. CHORUS.—God bless our Sailor Prince; We blend our prayers, that God, who spares, May save our Sailor Prince. J. E. CARPENTER. The above song has been set to music by Stephen Glover, and is announced for publication by Messrs Robert Cocks &c. «.. SECRETS. Strange things we reck not of, or reck in rain, In calm, mysterioulI >pendour round us reign; His kingdom still, until His Kingdom come. The heart that loves them know-nth not their ways, Nor understandeth half the hymns of praise They sing to comfort us. and lead us home. And o' all marvpls that creation hoards, The sweet, Ceep secrets, past the reach of words, 1 know no u.aivci tike my love for Thee. The treasure of my heart, unseen, untold, Lies hidden, low, as do the sands of gold, And rends it as the lightning rends the tree. In every change, through nature's harmonies, Some hidden charm, some dear, new wender lies; Some tender story that we mil to .read. The green leaves whisper tbingi we cannot hear! The Jta a mnoted vanish from 'heir sphere; And wounds no skill can fathom inly bleed. The dews and storms of snow their courses run Light was, before the word which called the sun; The winter and the summer rains must fall. In the new birth the bright lite perisheth; The sleep hy which we live resembles death, Only the hand that made them knoweth all. Within the fern's sweet stem the oak lies hidden, Till by love's art the scented veil is riven Neither is love neglected, lost or dt-ad. From the decay of verdure and of flowers, New plants spring up, the sweetest in our bowers; And memory embalms the joy that's fled. In the far west, the solitary bird Makes through the night its solemn music heard, Chanting the "Miserere" low and sad. The wild woods echo the unearthly cry, And stricken souls in midnight silence sigh, Sighs that are prayers, to make the morning glad. But while these tender marvels fade away, Each in Its fleeting hour, itti passing day, And each with death, and with oblivion rife, lly love is part of immortality; A human soul's desirp, which cannot die; The sweet and bitter secret of a life. —&!M< Paul's. « WASTED TREASURES. It was springtide-happy springtide- Laughing spring, so glad and gay And a troop of merry children Were bounding on their way From each tiny hand the flowers Fell in rosy rainbow showers Little recked those joyous children, Spring has fairer flowers than they. But at evening, when the night-dew O'er the earth her mantle spread, Like a silver-footed fairy, Leaving tokens of her tread; When the eyes. by grief unci uded, In their dreamless sleep lay shrouded, Withered, crushed, besoiled, and broken, On the earth the flowers lay dead Onca again I saw the children, But the ground was white with snow Only here and there a snowdrop Tried its dainty bell to ehow Ah how tenderly they press it, Ah how fondly they caress it 'Twill be long, say they, ere summer Will her rarer gifts bestow. Happy springtide, laughing springtide, Life's bright, blushing, golden morn Every swift-returning moment Some fresh, fleeting pleasure born From joy's laden lap the flowers Drop iu rosy rainbow showers, And they fall unculled, unheeded- Fairer hopes will rise with morn. Then the winter, then the winter, When Time's snow around us lies; And we see our treasures dimly Through our failing, darkened eyes; And the flowers of hope are faded, And our light of life is shaded, And perchanca joy's latest blossom, W ithered, crushed, and broken, dies Ob, the foolish, heedless children, With their ringing laughter gay, Let us tremble while we listen, For we would not be as they Fondly prize each Heaven-sent pleasure, Duly hoard the fleeing treasures, That life's winter may be fragrant With the blossoms of its May -People's Magazine.

TENBY.

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