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Rh And blackbird’s note of ecstasy Burst loudly from the woodbine tree, Till all the world is thronged with gladness— Her multitudes have done with sadness! Oh, Summer! do I ask in vain? Thus in thy glory wilt thou deign My messenger to be? Hence from the bowels of the land Of wild, wild Gwyneth to the strand Of fair Glamorgan—ocean’s band— Sweet margin of the sea! To dear Glamorgan, when we part, Oh, bear a thousand times my heart! My blessing give a thousand times, And crown with joy her glowing climes! Take on her lovely vales thy stand, And tread and trample round the land— The beauteous shore whose harvest lies All sheltered from inclement skies! Radiant with corn and vineyards sweet, And lakes of fish and mansions neat, With halls of stone where kindness dwells, And where each hospitable lord Heaps for the stranger guest his board! And where the gen’rous wine-cup swells; With trees that bear the luscious pear So thickly clust’ring every where, That the fair country of my love Looks dense as one continuous grove! Her lofty woods with warblers teem, Her fields with flow’rs that love the stream, Her vallies varied crops display, Eight kinds of corn, and three of hay;