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Let earth's pale tyrants read despair,
    And vengeance in its flame;
Hail ye, my bards! the omen fair
    Of conquest and of fame,
And swell the rushing mountain-air
    With songs to Glyndwr's name.

At the dead hour of night,
Mark'd ye how each majestic height
    Burn'd in its awful beams?
Red shone th' eternal snows,
And all the land, as bright it rose,
    Was full of glorious dreams!
Oh! eagles of the battle,*^[1] rise!
    The hope of Gwynedd wakes!†^[2]

1. *"Bring the horn to Tudwrou the Eagle of Battles."—Vide The Hirlas Horn, a poem by Owain Cyveiliog. The eagle is a very favourite image with the ancient Welsh poets.

2. †Gwynedd (pronounced Gwyneth,) North Wales.