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64 Thy jacket is of the white rose, Thy gown the woodbine’s flow’rs compose ; Thou glory of the birds of air, Thou bird of heav’n, oh, hear my pray’r! And visit in her dwelling place The lady of illustrious race: Haste on an embassy to her, My kind white-bosomed messenger— Upon the waves thy course begin, And then at Cemaes take to shore; And there through all the land explore, For the bright maid of Tal y llyn, The lady fair as the moon’s flame, And call her “Paragon” by name; The chamber of the beauty seek, And mount with footsteps slow and meek; Salute her, and to her reveal The cares and agonies I feel— And in return bring to my ear Message of hope, my heart to cheer! Oh, may no danger hover near (Bird of majestic head) thy flight! Thy service I will well requite!