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The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...

The Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...

From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

The Ewe
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...

Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...

Tribanau
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...

The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...

The Battle Of Gwenystrad
contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe...

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...

Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...

Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...

The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...



Short Is The Life Of Man






Category: The Religious.

Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies,
Or, like a tender flow'ret, droops and dies,
Or, like a race, it ends without delay,
Or, like a vapour, vanishes away,

Or, like a candle, in each moment wastes,
Or, like a packet under sail, it hastes,
Or, like a courier, travels very fast,
Or, like the shadow of a cloud, 'tis past.

Strong is our foe, but very weak the fort,
Our death is certain, and our time is short;
But as the hour of death's a secret still,
Let us be ready, come He when he will.





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