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Rh Unruffled be thy gentle breast, Without one fear to break thy rest, Till thou art safely wafted o’er To bold Arvonia’s tow’ring shore.
 * O! could I guard thy lovely form

Safe through yon desert of the storm , Where fiercely rage encount’ring gales, And whirlwinds rend th’ affrighted vales: Sons of the tempest, cease to blow, Sleep in your cavern’d glens below; Ye streams that, with terrific sound, Pour from your thousand hills around, Cease with rude clamours to dismay A gentle pilgrim on her way!
 * Peace! rude Traeth Mawr ; no longer urge

O’er thy wild strand the sweeping surge: ’Tis Morvyth on thy beach appears, She dreads thy wrath—she owns her fears; O! let the meek repentant maid Securely through thy windings wade.
 * Traeth Bychan, check thy dreadful ire,

And bid thy foamy waves retire,