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IN MEMORY OF TWO FRIENDS: 1. GWALCHAI, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Again the oft-renewed request
Last Line: Tis only here thou sing'st no more.
Subject(s): Death; Friendship; Poetry & Poets; Dead, The


AGAIN the oft-renewed request,
With time more frequent, to rehearse
In some brief page of halting verse
The praise of Cymry gone to rest.

Thou good grey head, whose long life spread
O'er all this fateful century,
Now thou hast joined the faithful dead,
I bring a wreath of praise for thee.

In many a thronged pavilion fair
Thy thin bent form, these eyes have seen,
Thy medalled breast, thy silvery hair,
Thy clear, calm gaze, thy brow serene.

Oft have I marked thy accents weak
Amid the hushed, attentive throng,
In volleying swift Englynion speak
What time they chaired the Bard of Song.

Thyself an oft-crowned Bard, whose Muse
To th' old alliterate measures sweet
Her voice inspired, did ne'er refuse,
But lightlier tripped for fettered feet.

Nor thus alone, but long time stirred
The passionate, yearning Cymric heart
To choose the higher, better part,
By preaching of the Eternal Word.

So may it be till time is done!
Two Powers for Good of differing name
There are, in noble aim the same --
God's Preacher and His Bard are one.

Dear silent Bard, of kindred blood,
With mine from Mona's wind-swept shore,
I praise thy song, thy work for good,
'Tis only here thou sing'st no more.





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