It lived beside the ruddy hearth alone?
“No! by our wrongs, and by our blood!
We leave it pure and free;
Though hush’d awhile, that sounding flood
Shall roll in joy through ages yet to be.
“We leave it midst our country’s woe—
The birthright of her breast;
We leave it as we leave the snow
Bright and eternal on Eryri’s crest.
We leave it with our fame to dwell