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

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...

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

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

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

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

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

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

The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...

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...

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

Walter Sele
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...

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

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...

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

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

To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...

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

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



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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