Papurau Newydd Cymru

Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

Cuddio Rhestr Erthyglau

14 erthygl ar y dudalen hon

THE SONG OF HAPPIER DAYS.

Newyddion
Dyfynnu
Rhannu

THE SONG OF HAPPIER DAYS. Sing on I love that olden lay, lhough mournful are the notes and wild, It drives the haunting fiend away— It thrilled me when a child. Long buried gold the Past reveals, Charmed by the magic of that strain— My weary heart refreshened feels, And I am young again. Sing on the land of shadows now, Hath railed its curtain dark and dim,— Back comes my sire with furrowed brow, That smile belongs to him. Each old familiar word invokes The phantoms of the pictured past, And. sighing through ancestral oaks, I hear the midnight blast. Sin on for borne on music's tide, My soul floats back to other days— From dust rise up the true arid tried To greet my yearning gaze; And she, meek violet that grew In rosy boyhood's Eden lost, Springs up as if her eye of blue, Had never known the frost. Sing on! sing on! entranced I hear, While bloom once more earth's perish'd flowers; A mother warbled in mine ear, That song in other hours. And when the sad refrain is breathed, Her gentle spirit hovers nigh- Fond arms ate round the wanderer wreathed, Kind voices make reply.

HINTS FOR THE NEXT SrATE BALL.

OH, WEAR FOR ME NO SABLE HUE.

SATISFACTION !

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FORElGiV DTELLIGEACE.

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Monmouthshire Midsummer Sessions.

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