Song To Arvon

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

d 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.

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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.