Dear Mem'ry, guardian of each past delight, 

Whose voice recalls the fleeting form of joy, 

Select such tints as Time can ne'er destroy,

And in unfading hues, serenely bright,

The lavish beauties of that vale unite,

Where Friendship (only bliss unapt to cloy),

Taste, Science, Converse, all their spells employ,

And urge the circling hours with rapid flight.

 

The soft enchantment of the scene renew,

Re-echo oft the harp's melodious tale;

Inspir'd by thee, I still shall fondly view

The sweet recluses of Llangollen vale,

Still catch the accents of their last adieu, 

And still their mountain-bosom'd cottage hail.