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From Kington to this place¹ we came

By many a spot² of ancient fame,

But now of small renown,

O'er many a mountain³ dark and drear,

And vales whose groves the parting year

Had tinged with mellow brown;

And as the morning sun arose

New beauties round us to disclose,

We reached fair Brecon town;

Then crossed the Usk, my native stream⁴,

A river clear and bright,

Which showed a fair and much-lov'd scene

Unto my lingering sight.