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III. THE ABERMAW.

As if beyond the height where Mawddach dreams,
From Diphwys, Arran, or the Giant's chair,
The deep blue fountains of the middle air
Had broke, and swept in countless sunny streams
To flood of diamond azure, Aber gleams—
Sings through the bridge without a sign of care,
And slips by Bermo's island-shoal of prayer,
Till one great turquoise, flood with ocean seems.
River of Heaven, the men who drank the Dee
Fought bravely, bravely fought Glendower's men,
Remembering thee and green Dolgelly's dales;
Thou art as free and beautiful as then,
And like a lover, the unconquered sea
Follows thee daily to the heart of Wales.