DRUID CHORUS ON THE LANDING OF THE ROMANS.

By the dread and viewless powers

Whom the storms and seas obey,

From the Dark Isle’s[160] mystic bowers,

Romans! o’er the deep away!

Think ye, ’tis but nature’s gloom

O’er our shadowy coast which broods?

By the altar and the tomb,

Shun these haunted solitudes!

Know ye Mona’s awful spells?