Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By IX Poems (1840). I. At LlyncwmstraethyCaroline Clive (18011873)
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Where each must guard his own with watchful hand,
Roams at the evening hour along the shore,
And fain would seek beyond a calmer land;
Where evil pow’rs too oft my soul enslave,
Along thy ocean, Death, all pensive stray,
And think of shores thy further billows lave.
Which to his shadowy bark my steps should call,
To woe and weakness heave my latest sigh,
And cease to combat where so oft I fall.
That hour to quit the anxious field would choose
And seek th’ eternal seal on virtue’s rest,
Oft won, oft lost, and oh, too dear to lose!