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THE INUNDATION OF CANTREV Y GWAELOD.
From the Welsh of Gwyddno Garanhîr.
By Anthony Todd Thomson, Esq.
GWYDDNO GARANHIR was a prince and bard of the sixth century; his domain was called Cantrev y Gwaelod, “the Lowland Hundred,” a fine champaign district, said to extend from Harlech in North Wales, to St. David's head, in South Wales, and; according to the Welsh historical Triads, to have filled the space now occupied by the “ tempestuous bay of Cardigan,” having in it sixteen fortified towns, surpassing all in Wales except Caerlleon on Uske. couplet from an ancient Welsh bard has become an adage in Cardiganshire, when any great tribulation takes place, the sufferer's pain is compared to
Ochenaid Gwyddno Garanhir,
Come forth, Seithenyn! and behold,
Accursed, Awrfin, ever be,
From the Welsh of Taliesin.
PENNANT, who introduces this poem in his “ Tour," says ;The history of our famous bard (Taliesin) begins like that of oses. He was found, exposed on the water, wrapped in a leathern 1g, in a fishing wear which had been granted to Elphin, son of wyddno Garanhîr, a petty prince of Cantrev y Gwaelod for $ support. The young prince, reduced by his extravagance, irst into tears at finding, as he imagined, so unprofitable booty. He took pity on the infant, and caused proper care be taken of him. After this Elphin prospered ; and Taliesin, hen he grew up, addressed to him the following moral ode. take the liberty of using the beautiful translation, which a ir countrywoman of mine has lately favored the world."
ELPHIN ! fair as roscate morn,
Elphin fair ! the clouds dispel That on thy lovely visage dwell! Wipe, ah wipe, the pearly tear, Nor let thy manly bosom fear: What good can melancholy give? 'Tis bondage in her train to live. Pungent sorrows doubts proclaim, Ill suit those doubts a Christian's name. Thy great Creator's wonders trace His love divine to mortal race; Then doubt, and fear, and pain will fly, And hope beam radiant in thine eye. Behold me, least of human kind, Yet heaven illumes my soaring mind. Lo! from the yawning deep I came, Friend to thy lineage and thy fame, To point thee out the paths of truth, To guard from hidden rocks thy youth; From seas, from mountains, far and wide, God will the good and virtuous guide.
ELPHIN fair, with virtue blest,