To the Cambrian

I love thy castles, woods, and streams,
Thy mountains, and poetic dreams,
The Fairy's web of thy descent,
Thy unseduc'd and proud content;
I pardon thy unstocking'd feet,
Thy dislocating road and street,
Thy potent ale's convivial uses
(Preferr'd by you to Gallia's juices): —
But what I never can forgive
Is that you hate in peace to live.
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