On Bala Hill

With many a weary step at length I gain

Thy summit, Bala! and the cool breeze plays

Cheerily round my brow—as hence the gaze

Returns to dwell upon the journey'd plain.





'Twas a long way and tedious!—to the eye

Tho' fair th' extended Vale, and fair to view

The falling leaves of many a faded hue

That eddy in the wild gust moaning by!





Ev'n so it far'd with Life! in discontent

Restless thro' Fortune's mingled scenes I went,

Yet wept to think they would return no more!

O cease fond heart! in such sad thoughts to roam,

For surely thou ere long shalt reach thy home,

And pleasant is the way that lies before.