Classic Poem

OF MAES, IN THE PARISH OF LLANVAIR-YN-NGHORNWY, ANGLESEY ,

W HERE'ER misfortune swells the sudden sigh,
The Muse beholds thy healing presence nigh,
And follows, listens, by thy footsteps led,
To hear the blessings heaped upon thy head.

Nor wonder, Evan, if thy worthy name,
Should henceforth flutter on the wings of Fame;
The Muse shall aid her, as she gives, devotes,
To Virtue's humblest sons, her sweetest notes.

Yes, it shall vibrate on a nation's voice,
Thou that cans't bid even misery rejoice;
With Nature's favoured precepts only fraught,
With titles, wealth undeck'd, by art untaught;
The Virtues love thee — live within thy heart,
Thy country's common blessing as thou art!