25 JULY 1885, Page 15

POETRY.

LL A.NMAD 0 C. • THIS is the key of England, cried the Dane On high Llanmadoc's rampart; either shore Is mine, Severn and Loughor : holm and tor, Cavern and crag, my warriors retain, And from the booming Worm o'erwatch the main; From Harding-down, Rhosili, Llandimor, I bid the raven-banner'd hosts of Thor Swoop forth to ravage homestead, fold, and fane.

A thousand years are gone : the realms of Gower Are pastures smooth and fertile vales; her seas The traders' highway ; heathendom is sped, Its bulwarks overgrown with fern and flower: Aidan's and Kenneth's altars stand in peace, Thor is no more, and Christ reigns in his stead.

HERBERT NEW.