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M A DOC.
THE SECOND PART.
utar Denounced. This is the day, when, in a foreign grave, King Owen’s relics shall be laid to rest. No bright emblazonries bedecked his bier, No tapers blazed, no prelate sung the mass, No choristers the funeral dirge intoned, No mitred abbots, and no tonsured train, Lengthened the pomp of ceremonious woe. His decent bier was with white linen spread And canopied ; two elks and bisons yoked, Drew on the foremost Cadwallon bore The Crucifix, with single voice, distinct, The good priest Llorien chaunted loud and deep
The solemn service; Madoc next the bier
The burial place was in a grassy plat,
Ambassadors from Aztlan in the vale