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Wales PoetryThe Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
Under The Orchard Tree
Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid...
The Fairy's Song
"Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ...
The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...
To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...
The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...
The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...
Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...
The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...
The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...
From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...
My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...
Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...
The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...
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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