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Rh She comes—O! greet her with a smile! The charmer of sweet Mona’s isle. So may thy limpid rills around; Purl down their dells with soothing sound, Sport on thy bosom, and display Their crystal to the glitt’ring day; Nor shrink from summer’s parching sun, Nor, chain’d in ice, forget to run. So may thy verdant marge along Mervinia’s bards in raptur’d song Dwell on thy bold majestic scene, Huge hills, vast woods, and vallies green, Where revels thy enchanting stream, The lover’s haunt, and poet’s theme.
 * Thou, Dyvi, dangerous and deep,

On beds of ooze unruffled sleep; O’er thy green wave my Morvyth sails. Conduct her safe, ye gentle gales; Charm’d with her beauties, waft her o’er To fam’d Ceredig’s wond’ring shore.