142 A TOUR ROUND NORTH WALES. 



Helm nor hauberk's twilled mail, 



Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant! {hall avail 



To fave thy foul from nightly fears ; 



From Cambria's curfe, from Cambria's tears! 



In the warmth of my imagination I had 

 overlooked the perhaps neceflary, though 

 moft cruel, policy of Edward I. in deftroy- 

 ing a race of men, whofe fongs, deemed 

 almoft infpired, could not be heard with- 

 out the moft dangerous correfponding ef- 

 fects on the minds of the multitude. 



Their fkill'd fingers knew how beft to lead 

 Through all the maze of found the wayward ftep 

 Of harmony, recalling oft and oft, 

 Permitting her unbridled courfe to ruftv 

 Through diffonance to concord, fweeteft then 

 E'en when expected harfheft. 



The next morning I fet out from Ban- 

 gor ferry to go to Caernarvon. I had 

 heard much in praife of the walk betwixt 



Bangor 



