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A CAMBRIAN TOUR.
Together we rambled through Cambria's land,
We sailed along Mersey's broad stream,
We witnessed in nature the beauteous, the grand,
We gazed at the noblest work art ever planned,
Then parted as if 't were a dream.
We sailed along Mersey's broad stream,
We witnessed in nature the beauteous, the grand,
We gazed at the noblest work art ever planned,
Then parted as if 't were a dream.
In scenes which the poet delights to explore,
And the hand of the painter to trace,
Where time has his mantle of ivy thrown o'er
Beaumaris's castle, Caernarvon's proud tower,
Which the birth of a prince was to grace,—
And the hand of the painter to trace,
Where time has his mantle of ivy thrown o'er
Beaumaris's castle, Caernarvon's proud tower,
Which the birth of a prince was to grace,—
In the land of romance, of the mountain and river,
How sweet our brief intercourse grew!
How sweet our brief intercourse grew!
