Cambria, exult! again a voice divine Floats on thy hills, as erst wild-hymned the ear Of FREEDOM, bending from her native shrine, To white-rob'd BARDS, her genuine offspring dear, Long her's and Fancy's pride, but vanish'd long. Rejoice, yer rock-skreen'd Valleys, mute no more, But echoing kindred energies of song! That voice how sweet on Deva's haunted shore, While fairy harps aerial music blend! From glen to cliff, borne on th' enchanted gale, Hark, in new triumph how the notes ascend, Awak'ning transport in LLANGOLLEN'S VALE! CAMBRIA, exult! and long the lay retain, Though LICHFIELD boast the MISTRESS of the strain! Repton, April 18.
