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I. harp is hush'd on Mona's shore, And mute the voice of mystic lore, And the deep woods lie low! Where were the Dark Isle's† vengeful gods, When thus their shrines and dread abodes Received the insulting foe? Who shall recal the Druid Seers, They that could lift the veil of years? The home is silent midst the slain, And I alone on earth remain, On the wild winds to pour one strain, A dirge for Mona's woe!

II. The stars on Mona's rocks look down, And far Eryri's* mountain-crown, And Ocean's glitt'ring wave; But those, who track'd, with gifted eyes, Their burning pathway through the skies, Lie slumbering in the grave! There, too, shall rest the lore sublime, The secrets of primæval Time; For Mona's Guardian Powers are fled, Her oaks have bow'd their crested head† ; Take me, ye dwellings of the dead, Homes of the wise and brave!