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(Cerddi Saesneg) gan Edward Williams (Iolo Morganwg; 1747–1827)Lleoliad: English-Language Poetry from Wales 1789–1806, thif / no. 18 1.Now loosed from his mighty chain Old Satan comes with man to dwell, Thrives here for ever to remain, Aided by all the Pow’rs of hell See from his pitt infernal hurld, Comes what this earth with horror fills In whelming ravage o’er the world A pouring flood of countless ills. 2. Gigantic ills, too lately known The canting priesthood first we name, With Kingship on a tyrants throne Whose flinty bosom feels no shame, In these all other ills abound Hark o’er the land their titles ring, In slavish phrase that’s bray’d around The madden’d rant cant of Church and King. 3. Attorneys that no conscience feel Drive on the pettifogging trade The man of blood with heart of steel In war employs the murd’ring blade In lordly pomp adored by fools Dwells honour that infernal thing All these come tutor’d from the schools Of hellish pride of Church and King. ... 6. What lawless mobs along the street Roll tiger-like with savage roars Hurl brutal rage on all they meet Demolish windows, break our doors, They brandish high th’ assassins knife These pitt and reaves together bring, To burn your house to take your life In worship homage due to Church and King. 7. Religion flies our fetter’d land From persecution speeds away For shelter seeks a foreign strand Where dawns of truth a summer’s day. ’Tis Freedom’s woful doom to see Fiends in our Isle together cling, To rule by spies and perjury Enslaving all to church and King. 8. Our feet are every where beset By wily spies an odious clan How lies conseald [sic] th’ informer’s oppressor’s net for those who claim the rights of man, On all that seek the paths of peace What vollied slanders Villains fling, What ireful shouts that never cease, For wars, for murders, church and King. 9. Deluded sons of Britain’s Isle Obey the swindling minion’s voice Nor see what fraudful arts beguile, But, madden’d, in their shame rejoice, Idolatry from shore to shore Bids Blasphemous responses ring Enacts her laws, and bids adore The infernal God of Church and King. 10. Sorely complains degraded man Of ills that powers that would his reason blind, Of Laws meant only to trepan But not to form the virtuous mind. Words are too feeble to relate What horrid ills forever spring From maxims of tyrannic state From perjured clubs of church and king ... 13. O Let us to some desert wild Haste o’er the stern atlantic wave There live with freedom self exiled From realms where bloody Tyrants rave and, thanking heav’n, there shall we thus In strains of joy together Sing “Good Lord! thou hast deliver’d us From Pitt and Spies, from Church and King” 14. Thou that by Nature nobly blest Hast view’d her charms from earliest youth and, of an eagle’s eye possess’d Canst bear th’ effulgent blaze of truth: Haste! thy devoted head conceal! Fly to the Pole on speedful wing, Or thou shalt soon unpitied feel Th’ infuriate fang of Church and King.
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