Ah! native Cornwall! throned upon the hills, Thy moorland pathways worn by angel feet, Thy streams that march in music to the sea, ’Mid Ocean’s merry noise, his billowy laugh! Ah, me! a gloom falls heavy on my soul: The birds that sang to me in youth are dead. I think, in dreamy vigils of the night, It may be God is angry with my land— Too much athirst for fame, too fond of blood, And all for earth, for shadows, and the dream, To glean an echo from the winds of song! Mr. Hawker’s poems were republished over and over again, with a few, but only a few, additions. The pieces written by him as a boy, _Tendrils, by Reuben_, were never reprinted, nor did they deserve it. He saw that clearly enough. In 1832 he published his _Records of the Western Shore_; in 1836, the second series of the same. In these appeared his Cornish ballads. They were republished in a volume entitled _Ecclesia_, in 1841; again, with some additions, under the title, _Reeds Shaken by the Wind_, in 1842; and the second cluster of the same in 1843. They again appeared with “Genoveva,” in a volume called _Echoes of Old Cornwall_, in 1845. “Genoveva” is a poem founded on the beautiful story of Geneviève de Brabant, and appeared first in _German Ballads, Songs_, etc., edited by Miss Smedley, and published by James Burns, no date. His _Cornish Ballads_, and the _Quest of the Sangreal_, containing reprints of the same poems, came out in 1869. The _Quest of the Sangreal_ was first published in 1864. In 1870 he collected into a volume, entitled _Footprints of Former Men in Cornwall_, various papers on local traditions he had communicated to _Once a Week_, and other periodicals. Of his ballads several have been given in this volume. Two more only are given here; one, “The Song of the Western Men,” which deceived Sir Walter Scott and Lord Macaulay into the belief that it was a genuine ancient ballad. Macaulay says, in speaking of the agitation which prevailed throughout the country during the trial of the seven bishops, of whom Trelawney, Bishop of Bristol, was one, “The people of Cornwall, a fierce, bold and athletic race, among whom there was a stronger provincial feeling than in any other part of the realm, were greatly moved by the danger of Trelawney, whom they reverenced less as a ruler of the Church, than as the head of an honourable house, and the heir, through twenty descents, of ancestors who had been of great note before the Normans set foot on English ground. All over the country the peasants chanted a ballad, of which the burden is still remembered:— And shall Trelawney die? and shall Trelawney die? Then thirty thousand Cornish boys will know the reason why! The miners from the caverns re-echoed the song with a variation:— Then thirty thousand underground will know the reason why!