William Thomas was born in Carmarthenshire, 1834. After graduating at
the University of Glasgow, he entered the Unitarian ministry. He died
December 11th, 1879. He seems to have published one volume of poetry in
1859, but most of his works are still in MS. Judging from the specimens
given in the "Llenor" No. 3 (July, 1895), their publication would be a
real service to Welsh literature.



New Year Thoughts.


As to the dying year I bade farewell,
Within my hands she left a mantle dark,
Whereon mine eyes did mark
Loved names I scarce for blinding tears could read;
But from its folds fresh blushing flow'rets fell
Of that fair spring-tide I had mourned as dead.

And now her youngest sister draweth nigh,
'Neath modest starlight and with noiseless feet,
Whom thousands flock to greet--
Thousands of every age, who fain would know,
As in her face each peereth wistfully,
What fate she bringeth--happiness or woe?

She answereth not, but pointeth silently
To where far off the hidden future lies,