Author of the History of Wales.

Yes , gen'rous Saxon, in a kinder age,
My country looks, with pleasure, on thy page;
Where manly thoughts, in Candour's language drest,
Denotes the worth that dwells within thy breast!

Expatriated Fair, in earliest youth,
Thy Cambria forc'd to western rocks to flee;
Has seldom seen th' impartial pen of Truth,
Her years, her tears, retrace, on thy side Dee.

Yet saw the drop, that issued from thy soul,
Bedew the tome of Time, of Crime the roll;
Hears thee, with healing voice, her wrongs regret,
And bid her happier hours, the past — forget.

Let Warrington, her native Mountain Bard,
Lead, to thy liberal eye — this DEAR REWARD !