Green land, poet-land of my home and my dead!
I bless thee for all the true bosoms that beat
Where’er a low hamlet smiles up to thy skies;
For thy cottage-hearths burning the stranger to greet,
For the soul that shines forth from thy children’s kind eyes!
May the blessing, like sunshine, about thee be spread,
Green land of my childhood, my home, and my dead!
[“It was about this time (1828) that ‘The Farewell to Wales’ was written.
‘I bless thee for all the true bosoms that beat
Where’er a low hamlet smiles up to thy skies;