16 OCTOBER 1880, Page 15

POETRY.

CARREG CENNEN CASTLE.

Aaousx thee from six centuries of sleep, 0 Warder of the Crag ! and cast thine eyes O'er thy grim stronghold open to the skies,— Its guarded gateway, its impregnable keep, Free to the steps of strangers ; while the sheep Browses amid the broken walls, or lies Unscared by clashing arms and battle-cries, Or stifled shrieks from dungeons dark and deep. Harmless, thy crag-like, crag-uplifted towers Frown in the cloud or fret the heavenly blue ; A thousand smiling homesteads meet thy view Where its unsullied streams swift Cennen pours A thousand charms where Towy's waters rove, By classic Grongar Hill and sacred Golden Grove.