ΤΟ MY BROTHER'S CHILDREN. YOUNG wanderers by the mountain-streams, I come, with legend and with lay: Amid your own green vallies heard; Of other songsters too I tell, vi TO MY BROTHER'S CHILDREN. Young dwellers in Glamorgan's vale, Gaze on him, as afar he flies, And let your thoughts to heaven arise; What fervent prayer, what ardent praise, Calls on all nature to rejoice. Sustained by His almighty power, Like the good patriarch, on our knees, When morning dawns with radiant light, In yon bright world, th' angelic throng To join the chorus of the skies. WYARDS, November, 1831. |