A Stream, To Mingle With Your Favourite Dee, Along The Vale Of Meditation Flows; So Styled By Those Fierce Britons, Pleased To See In Nature'S Face The Expression Of Repose; Or Haply There Some Pious Hermit Chose To Live And Die, The Peace Of Heaven His Aim; To Whom The Wild Sequestered Region Owes At This Late Day, Its Sanctifying Name. Glyn Cafaillgaroch, In The Cambrian Tongue, In Ours, The Vale Of Friendship, Let 'This' Spot Be Named; Where, Faithful To A Low-Roofed Cot, On Deva'S Banks, Ye Have Abode So Long; Sisters In Love, A Love Allowed To Climb, Even On This Earth, Above The Reach Of Time!