Owen Glyndwr’s War-Song

Saw ye the blazing star?The heavens look’d down on freedom’s war,And lit her torch on high!Bright on the dragon crestIt tells that glory’s wing shall rest,When warriors meet to die!Let earth’s pale tyrants read despairAnd vengeance in its flame;Hail ye, my bards! the omen fairOf conquest and of fame,And swell the rushing mountain airWith songs to Glendwr’s name.

At the dead hour of night,Mark’d ye how each majestic heightBurn’d in its awful beams?Red shone th’ eternal snows,And all the land, as bright it rose,Was full of glorious dreams!O eagles of the battle, rise!The hope of Gwynedd wakes!It is your banner in the skiesThrough each dark cloud which breaks,And mantles with triumphal dyesYour thousand hills and lakes!

A sound is on the breeze,A murmur as of swelling seas!The Saxon on his way!Lo! spear and shield and lance,From Deva’s waves, with lightning glance,Reflected to the day!But who the torrent-wave compelsA conqueror’s chain to bear?Let those who wake the soul that dwellsOn our free winds, beware!The greenest and the loveliest dellsMay be the lion’s lair!

Of us they told, the seers,And monarch bards of elder years,Who walk’d on earth as powers!And in their burning strains,A spell of might and mystery reigns,To guard our mountain-towers!--In Snowdon’s caves a prophet lay:Before his gifted sight,The march of ages pass’d awayWith hero-footsteps bright;But proudest in that long array,Was Glendwr’s path of light!