Wales Poetry

The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...

Snowdon
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...

The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...

The Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...

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

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

The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...

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

The Eisteddfod,
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...

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

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

To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...

The Death Of Owain
Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v...

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

Woman
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...

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 ...

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...

Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...

The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...

Twenty Third Psalm

Category: The Religious.

My shepherd is the Lord above,
Who ne'er will suffer me to rove;
In Him I'll trust, he is so good,
He'll never let me want for food.

To pastures green and flow'ry meads,
His happy flock he gently leads,
Where water in abundance flows,
And where luxuriant herbage grows.

When o'er my bounds I chance to roam,
My shepherd finds and brings me home;
And when I wander o'er the plain,
He drives me to the fold again.

Or should I hap to lose my way,
And in death's gloomy valley stray,
I need not ever be dismay'd,
For God himself will be my aid.

In whate'er pasture I abide,
He still is present at my side;
His rod, his crook, his shepherd's staff,
In every path shall keep me safe.

My soul with comfort overflows,
In spite of all my numerous foes;
And thou with richness hast, O Lord!
And plenty crown'd my crowded board.

His precious balms, my God hath shed,
Upon my highly favoured head:
And with the blessings of the Lord,
My larder is completely stor'd.

His bounty and his mercies past,
Shall follow me unto the last;
And, for his favours shown to me,
His house, my home shall ever be.

To God, the Father--and the Son--
And Holy Spirit--Three-in-one,
Let us our bounden homage pay,
Each hour, each moment of the day!





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