Classic Poem

The theme is O WEN'S nuptial day,
Fair Cambria's Bards exulting sing!
On every breeze the tidings play,
Her hills and vales responsive ring.

With pride the blissful day she views,
That now her NATIVE NAME renews.
From Druid Mona's mystic isle,
On Zephyr's wings the foliage floats,
And Owen's Sires, Llewelyn's pile,
Still swell the sweet recording notes.

To Owen, Bleddyn's offspring born,
Thy dome Brogyntyn gave the day,
His country to defend — adorn —
Edeirnion blessed his parent sway.

When Henry, to o'erwhelm — enslave,
On Berwyn's top with vengeance burned,
Her Regal Owen led the brave —
And soon the baffled foe returned.

Another Henry raised the spear,
With all a tyrant's ireful pride —
Another Owen lived to dare,
And long the Despot's rage defied.

To Tudor's Owen — born to heal
A nation's wounds, we love to trace
The wreath that binds an empire's weal,
United Britain's regal race.

An union now we gratulate,
From such the modern Arthur sprung,
In ancient lore, this name is great,
By every Muse like Owen sung.

Auspicious union! — Power Supreme!
O grant that in each future age.
Thy Cambria boasts her long loved theme,
An Owen on her grateful page!