Owain Glyndyr's War Song
Owain Glyndyr's War Song | |
Felecia Hemans, around 1870
| Saw ye the blazing star? The Heav'ns looked down on Freedom's war And lit her torch on high! Bright on the Dragon crest It tells that glory's wing shall rest When warriors meet to die! Let Earth's pale Tyrants read despair And vengeance in its flame; Hail ye, my Bards, the omen fair Of Conquest and of Fame, And swell the rushing mountain air With songs to Glyndyr's name! | 2. At the dead hour of night, Marked ye how each majestic height Burn'd in its awful beams? Red shone th' eternal snows, And all the land, as bright it rose, Was full of glorious dreams! Oh! eagle of the battles, rise, The hope of Gwyned wakes; It is your banner in the skies Thro' each dark cloud that breaks, And mantles with triumphal dyes Your thousand hills and lakes. |
| 3. A sound is on the breeze, A murmur as of swelling seas; The Saxon on his way. Lo! spear and shield and lance From Deva's waves with lightning glance Reflected to the ay. But who the torrent wave compels A conqueror's chain to bear? Let those who wake the soul that dwells On our free winds, beware; The greenest and the loveliest dells May be the Lion's lair! |