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Dim in the mist of ages seeking a resting place	A
Broke on the shores of Britain the wave of an Aryan race	A
Clear thro the mist of ages ere ever the White Christ came	B
Songs of the Cymric singers have chanted the Brython fame	B
Dark with the fate of nations and swift as a broadspear hurled	C
The breath of the God of Battles swept o er the western world	C
Where are the old time peoples men of the war like front	D
From the surge of the wild Atlantic to the shores of the Hellespont	D
Come and gone like the breezes ebbed and flowed like the tide	D
Race and feature and language are lost in that vortex wide	D
Rich is thy soil O Cymru drenched with thy heroes blood	D
Where mid the changeful ons changeless thy people stood	D
Land of the birch and buckthorn home of the hoary oak	E
Where the songs of Llywarch linger and the words that Merlin spoke	E
Land of the tarn and torrent where broods by the rock bound springs	F
The spirit of stern Cunedda the first of the Brython Kings	F
Land of the mellow marshes deep valley and barren scar	G
Sweet with the dreams of Cadoc and the lore of Howel Dda	D
Where upon dark Pymlimmon the snowy cloudwreaths rest	D
Where wild Demetia s forelands spurn the billows from her breast	D
Comes to the heart that loves thee under the changeful skies	H
Rich with a rhythmic measure the surge of the centuries	I
Days when the Cymric armies marching in thousands strong	J
Followed the fierce Aneurin chanting his battle song	J
Deeds of a desperate valour that turned thro the wavering years	K
The thrust of the Roman pila the rush of the Saxon spears	K
The charge of the Norman barons met by the stern reply	L
Of a land that had taught the Caesars whether her sons could die	L
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Men of the blood of Meuric of Maelgwn the leonine	M
Who smile at the Saxon hierarchs who laugh at the Norman line	M
Who are sprung from the loins of hunters who followed the mighty Hu	N
Wherever the broad spear glittered wherever the battle grew	N
Kin of the warrior princes who sank in the bloody tide	D
That raged on the field at Hexham where brave Cadwallon died	D
Forget not the land that bore you Be true to the breath that fills	O
The heart of her singing valleys the heights of her storm crowned hills	O
The soul of the nation stirreth yet as it did of old	D
When the helm of the great Pendragon flamed o er his torque of gold	D
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The myths of the Greek and Roman dim in the Eastward grew	N
And o er the realms of Asia the banner of Islam blew	N
High in the halls of honour bright on the scroll of fame	B
Deep in the hearts of heroes is written great Arthur s name	B
A star on the heights of morning clear in the pearl of dawn	M
It carried the White Christ s message wherever a sword was drawn	M
It flashed on the heathen darkness it nursed with its golden ray	P
The strength of the early Churches that grew under David s sway	P
Ill shall the oak have blossomed and warped shall its branches be	Q
When Britain forgets to honour the dawn of her chivalry	Q
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Wherever grows Britain s glory wherever her power is felt	D
Tis won by the fire that flushes the blood of the restless Celt	D
Scottish or Welsh or Irish whatever the branches be	Q
The Gael and the Brython together are stems of the self same tree	Q
In song in battle in council by land or by stormy tide	D
They move in the van of progress wherever her realms are wide	D
The seed of the self same people still dwell by the Cambrian shore	R
The tramp of the Roman legions is heard on the hills no more	R
Saxon and Dane and Norman the spirit you could not quell	S
Deem not it died in darkness when the last Llewelyn fell	S
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Hemmed and harried and fettered ever it rose anew	N
Twas first neath the Cambrian Tudors the greatness of England grew	N
Now torque and lance and tarian hang high in the castle hall	T
The bay of the Cymric war hound is mute neath the Roman wall	T
The voice of the Seer is silent in dim vast forest aisles	U
By grove and haunted streamlet no white procession files	U
Past are the days of prowess the fame of the strong right hand	D
But the hearts of the Cambrian peasants still cleave to the motherland	D
Still with the stern persistence that kept them a race apart	D
They live for a Nation s glory they toil for a Nation s art	D
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True to a high ideal never to falter nor swerve	V
The fire of a strong endeavour glows thro their calm reserve	V
Still to the living Present the power of the Past can reach	W
The spring of a Nation s culture wells thro their pensive speech	W
Burns and rises and surges thro class and order and sect	D
The thirst for a wider knowledge the passion of intellect	D
From the fenlands of Tremadoc to where Severn s waters fall	T
The many are one with the purpose the purpose is one with all	T
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Far from the Cambrian mountains far from the Tivyside	D
Or Penmaenmawr uplifted above the foaming tide	D
Where the stars above calm Gwynant watch while the waters sleep	X
Or where Conwy darts its arrow by Degannwy s rocky steep	X
Far from that gloomy chasm where the weirs with thundershake	J
And the rocks of dark Llyn Idwal frown o er the darker lake	J
Far from the Mercian Marches where the rivers keep their tryst	D
Or where the corn is waving down the vale of sweet Llanrwst	D
Wherever their fate may lead them wherever their footsteps fare	Y
The soul of the Cambrian people is free as their mountain air	Y
However our days may darken our dreams of that land shall be	Q
As the glint of a sunbeam shining at dawn on a wintry sea	Q

George Essex Evans

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