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Wales PoetryThe Mother To Her Child After Its Father's DeathMy gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... The Battle Of Gwenystrad contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe... The Grove Of Broom The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go... Woman Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival Too long I've loved the fickle maid, My love is turned to ... Concerning The Divine Providence ... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... Twenty Third Psalm My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to... The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... The Sick Man's Dream Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste... To The Daisy Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... The Faithful Maiden At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa... |
Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh HymnsCategory: The Religious. Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repair, To Nebo's high summit would rove, And look on a country more fair; My eyes gazing over the flood, I'd spend the remainder of life Beholding the Saviour so good, Who for sinners expired in strife. * * * * * Once I steered through the billows, On a dark, relentless night, Stripped of sail--the surge so heinous, And no refuge within sight. Strength and skill alike were ended, Nought, but sinking in the tide, While amid the gloom appeared Bethlehem's star to be my guide. * * * * * Of all the ancient race, Not one be left behind, But each, impell'd by secret grace, His way to Canaan find. Rebuilt by His command, Jerusalem shall rise; Her temple on Moriah stand Again, and touch the skies. Send then thy servants forth, To call the Hebrews home; From east and west, and south and north, Let all the wanderers come. With Israel's myriads seal'd Let all the nations meet, And show the mystery fulfill'd, The family complete. * * * * * Teach me Aaron's thoughtful silence When corrected by the rod; Teach me Eli's acquiescence, Saying, "Do thy will, my God;" Teach me Job's confiding patience, Dreading words from pride that flow, For thou, Lord, alone exaltest, And thou only layest low. * * * * * Who cometh from Edom with might, Far brighter than day at its dawn? He routed and conquered his foes, And trampled the giants alone; His garments were dyed with their blood, His sword and his arrows stood strong, His beauty did fill the whole land, While travelling in greatness along. * * * * * He who darts the winged light'ning, Walks upon the foaming wave; Send forth arrows of conviction, Here exert thy power to save; Burst the bars of Satan's prison, Snatch the firebrand from the flame, Fill the doubting with assurance, Teach the dumb to sing thy name. * * * * * The clouds, O Lord, do scatter, Between me and thy face; Reveal to me the glory Of thy redeeming grace; Speak thou in words of mercy, While in distress I call; And let me taste forgiveness, Through Christ, my all-in-all. Next: The Farmer's Prayer Previous: From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
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