The Dawn of Day

Go, youth, by all regretted, fair Clwyd's blooming pride,
To nature's hand indebted, by fortune blest beside:
Go tempt the world's wide ocean; our prayers attend thee there,
Nor think without emotion how much we hold thee dear:
But though by great ones courted, and charm'd by flattery's tale,
To us in thought transported, remember Clwyd's vale.

Know, dangers will assail thee, and gay temptations lure,
And should thy firmness fail thee, their victim is secure:
But call to fond remembrance each far and anxious friend,
And, sure, each honour'd semblance will shields to guard thee lend.
And O! our heart's dear treasure, may we in death be pale,
When thou, with dread, not pleasure, shall think on Clwyd's vale.