Stanza 2

Yet in unvanquished Cambria lay concealed 'Mid Snowdon's forests, or by Vaga's springs, A Book whose leaves to later times revealed The {mighty|wondrous} course of these forgotten things, How Brutus sailed, by oracles impelled, And hideous giants quelled, A Brood whom no civility could melt, Who never tasted grace, and goodness ne'er had felt.

Yet in the wilds of Cambria lay concealed By Snowdon's forests or by Vaga's springs, A Book whose leaves to later time revealed The wondrous course of {those|long} forgotten things; How Brutus came, etc.

A British record that had lain concealed In old Armorica (whose sacred springs No Gothic conqueror ever drank) revealed The wondrous course of those forgotten things; How Brutus came, etc.