Wales Poetry

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

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

My Father-land
Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...

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

Childe Harold
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...

By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
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To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...

Concerning The Divine Providence
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The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...

The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...

The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...

The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...

May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

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

The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...

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

An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...

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

Roderic's Lament
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...

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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