Classic Poem

C ELLI — Cambria's proud reward,
Thy very name inspires the Bard,
That turns to other times the eye,
Sees Corwen's conflict — Henry fly;
Beholds again the warrior bleed,
The waving banner — Honor's meed;

Repeats the Hero's deathless name,
And feels the Patriot's holy flame!

In peace internal — happier days,
Their brazen voice no clarions raise;
None eye the hill with ardent gaze,
To watch the beacon's guardian blaze!
But Clwydia from a tranquil source,
Winds through Corwyd's vale her course;

While Britain hails united bands,
And friendship shakes her healing hands,
Thus Jones! serene thy natal morn,
When Summer's filling Plenty's horn,
When florid Spring has decked the plain,
When coming Autumn swells her grain,
And Nature in her annual noon,
Greets thee in the pride of bloom.

O! meet her in the fields of Health,
Where Reason feasts on Culture's wealth;
Entice the fertile streams to flow,
And bid the infant forest grow;

In foliage wrap the towering rock,
To verdant summits lead the flock;
Still grateful to the teeming soil,
Adorn with smiles the face of Toil,
And teach the hapless how to pray
For blessings on thy natal day.

So shall thy Country — Virtue — Fame,
Enrol among the good thy name;
So shall Reflection's hallowed power,
Illume thy last approving hour!