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0 FY HEN GYMRAEG!

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0 FY HEN GYMRAEG! No, there is nothing I want, dear, You may put the candle by; There is light enough to die by, And the dawning draweth nigh. Only the want remaineth, Gnawing my heart away- Oh; for a word of my mother's tongue, And a prayer she used to pray 0 fy hen Gymraeg I wish I had taught you to speak it While the light was on my brain It has vanished now, with the thousand things That will never come back again. Only a vision of waters, Rising towards the flow, Cometh instead of the countless hills- The hills that I used to know. 0 fy hen Gymraeg The people are frozen hard here- Not you, my darling, not you!- And the air is thick with its yellow fog, And the streets have slime for dew. There is never a line of beauty In all the weary rows, And the saddest thing of all is this, That the bareness no one knows They are quite contented, and think it fine. 0 fy hen Gymraeg. Hush thee a moment, dearest, I have a vision just now— The very place where we used to play On the edge of the mountain's brow; And the time, one sunny morning, When a preacher came that way, And talked to us with the gentle words That hallowed and blessed our play. 0 fy hen Gymraeg We gathered us round about him, And we told him our childish dreams, And I saw the light in his deep-set eye3 Come flashing in tender gleams And we said, Are our visions iolly ? Should we banish them and forget?" And he answered-how well I can see him now, With the shade of the mountain across his brow!— There is never a longing the heart can know But a blessing shall fill it yet." Gorphwysfa! 0 Gorphwysfa Gogoniant! Amen. From Good Words, June 1st, 1868.

L PUNCH. J

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