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! tell me, Cambrians, tell me true, Does fair Hygeïa 'bide with you? "Yes, she with us for ever dwells, In groves, in shady woods, or dells. Oh! stranger, turn and stay—for here She deigns to give her influence dear. In yonder vale her temple stands; Her brows entwin'd with roseate bands: In Cambria's land she ever dwells, In groves, in shady woods, or dells.”

 

! happy regions of delight and joy, And much-loved scenes of bliss without alloy; Hail! to your mountains, groves, and woodlands dear, Hail! to your flowery lawns, and streamlets clear; Hail! to your lowly cots, and stately parks, And hail! your meadows green, and soaring larks. Observe yon verdant fields, and shady bowers, Wherein I've passed so many happy hours; 