The Vale of Clwyd

Think not I'll leave fair Clwyd's vale;

To me 'tis fondly dear!

For still its scenes those hours recall

When I was blest and Henry here.

Long, long, to part our willing hands

An angry father strove;

While sorrow press'd on Henry's health,

A sorrow nurs'd by hopeless love.

His

Ellen's cheek was also pale,

But Hope my spirits cheer'd;

Methought beneath a father's frown,

A father's pard'ning smile appear'd.

Nor was the idea vain:

How sad thou art, he cried;

But smile again, my darling child;

For thou shalt be thy Henry's bride.

At that glad sound, on wings of love,

To Henry's cot I flew:

But, ah! The transient flush of joy

From his wan cheek too soon withdrew.

'Twas doubtful bliss, 'twas sure alarm;

I only smil'd through tears:

But soon we hailed the bridal day,

And Love's fond hopes o'ercame its fears.

Ah! Hopes too false; ah! Fears too true,

Nor love nor joy could save:

I can no more, - but mark you turf

With flow'rs o'erspread, - 'tis Henry's grave!