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'Twas thus that I mus'd while I wander'd away, Thro' the towers of the castle sublime; Which still are majestic and frown in decay, Array'd in the mantle of time.

The woods and the ruins I left with regret, And bade them with sorrow adieu; But the scenes of fair Conway I ne'er can forget, For memory their charms will renew.

 

day let pleasure smile on every face, And beam in every eye with sprightly grace; Let artless joy the flowing lay inspire, And sweet affection consecrate the lyre.