18^ BRECON BEACON, AND CRAIG-PWLLCll-DU. 



BRECON BEACON. 



(See Entomological Magazine, No. XVII. j). 88, ^-c.) 



There may be Peaks more lofty ; — the broad mass 



Of Snowdon holds in undisputed sway 



Lordship o'er Cambria's mountains, — in array 

 Of rival grandeur 'thwart Llanberis' Pass, 



The Glydder rear their alpine forms, and they, 

 With David and Llewellyn in their train. 

 To Cader-Idris yield divided reign : 



Onward the impulse of new scenes obey. 

 Range that wild realm of wonders undismay'd, 



And where Plinlimmon spreads his vast domain, — 



Sire of our noblest streams, — due tribute pay ; — 

 Still have I watch'd the change of light and shade 



Upon thy Beacon — Brecon, and the roll 

 Of cloud-like ocean, and the day-light fade 



Behind thy mitred summit, — with control 

 Of feeling less subdued — and awe, and wonder unallay'd ! 



Again, 



CRAIG-PWLLCH.DU/ 



I've seen full many a wild and noble Fall 



That England, Scotland, Ireland's guide-books show, — 

 The Tees, the Clyde, the Shannon may be all 

 Of liquid grandeur and majestic flow, 



O'er bed of rock or ledge sublimely thrown. 

 That high-road tourists claim as all their own ; — 

 I've worshipp'd at thy fall, O Foyers, — knelt 

 At scenes amid the Grampians, such as are 

 Beyond the pencil and the pen how far ! 



Oft have I track'd my native hills alone. 

 To search their hidden wonders, and have felt 



My part in Nature's universal dower ;— 

 Yet ne'er have loftier charms more inly dwelt, 

 Nor touch'd a deeper chord or sense in me, 



Of lonely beauty's magic breathing power. 

 Than thine — unsketch'd, unsung, unsullied — Craig-Pwllch-Du ! 



a Lest your readers should not understand our vernacular, and so spoil the 

 rhythm of the last line, I beg to subjoin the Walhei- thereof. The name of this 

 solitary waturfall is pronounced exactly as if spelt Craij-Poollh- Dee, — "Pool of 

 he Black Rock,"— Radnorshire, Soiitli Wales. 



