V. THE LAST JOURNEY. From Huw Morus.
Now to my rest I hurry away,
To the world which lasts for ever and aye,
To Paradise, the beautiful place,
Trusting alone in the Lord of Grace.
VI. THE FOUR AND TWENTY MEASURES. From Edward Price.
I’ve read the master-pieces great
Of languages no less than eight,
But ne’er have found a woof of song
So strict as that of Cambria’s tongue.
VII. MONA. By Robert Lleiaf.
Av i dir Mon, er dwr Menai,
Tros y traeth, ond aros trai.
I will go to the land of Mona, notwithstanding the water of the Menai, across the sand, without waiting for the ebb.
VIII. MONA. From “Y Greal.”
I got up in Mona as soon as ’twas light,
At nine in old Chester my breakfast I took;
In Ireland I dined, and in Mona, ere night,
By the turf fire sat, in my own ingle nook.