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OWEN GLYNDWR'S WAR SONG.
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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 Glyndwr's name.
At the dead hour of night,
Mark'd 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! eagles of the battle,*[1] rise!
The hope of Gwynedd wakes!†[2]