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OWEN GLYNDWR'S WAR SONG.
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And in their burning strains,
A spell of might and mystery reigns,
To guard our mountain-towers!
—In Snowdon's caves a prophet lay,*[1]
Before his gifted sight,
The march of ages pass'd away,
With hero-footsteps bright,
But proudest in that long array,
Was Glyndwr's path of light!
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*Merlin, or Merddin Emrys, is said to have composed his prophecies on the future lot of the Britons, amongst the mountains of Snowdon. Many of these, and other ancient prophecies, were applied by Glyndwr to his own cause, and assisted him greatly in animating the spirit of his followers.
