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The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...

The Battle Of Gwenystrad
contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe...

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

Childe Harold
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...

Pennillion
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...

The Eisteddfod,
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...

The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...

The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...

The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...

My Father-land
Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...

The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe
There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ...

The Deluge
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

Snowdon
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...

Tribanau
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...

Woman
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...



Song To Arvon






Category: The Beautiful.

by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of England, better
known by his bardic name of _Ieuan Glan Geirionydd_. He was born in 1795
at a freehold of his father, situate on the banks of the river
Geirionydd, in Carnarvonshire, and died in 1855. He composed a great
number of poems on different subjects, religious and patriotic, several
of which obtained prizes at Eisteddfodau, and one on the Resurrection
gained the chair or principal prize. This poet's compositions are
distinguished by great elegance, sweetness and pathos, and are much
esteemed in the Principality. Several of them have been set to music.]

Where doth the cuckoo early sing,
In woodland, dell and valley?
Where streamlets deep o'er rocky cliffs
Form cataracts so lofty?
On Snowdon's summits high,
In Arvon's pleasant county.

Flocks of thousand sheep are fed
Upon its mountains rugged,
Her pastures green and meadows fair
With cattle-herds are studded,
Deep are the lakes in Arvon's vales
Where fish in shoals are landed.

The shepherd's soft and mellow voice
Is heard upon her mountain,
Where oft he hums his rustic song
To his beloved maiden,
Resounding through the gorges deep
With bleat of sheep and oxen.

On Arvon's rock-bound shore doth break
The surge in fretful murmur,
And oft when stirr'd by tempest high
The ocean speaks in thunder,
Spreading through town and village wide
Dismay, despair and fear.

* * * * *

The sun is glorious when it breaks
The gloom of morning darkness,
Sweet are the leaves and flowers of May
Succeeding winter's baldness,
Yet fairer than the whole to me
Are Arvon's maids so guile-less.

If to the sick there is delight
To heal of his affliction,
If to the traveller's weary sight
Sweet is the destination,
Than all these sweeter far to me
The hills and dales of Arvon.

Had I the wings and speed of morn
To skim o'er mount and valley,
I'd hie o'er earth and sea direct
To Arvon's genial country,
And there in peace would end my days,
Far from deceit and envy.





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