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O FY HEN GYMRAEG.
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And the time, one sunny morning,
When a preacher came by that way,
And he talked to us with the gentle words
That hallowed and blessed our play,
O fy hen Gymraeg !
We gathered us round about him,
And we told him our boyish dreams ;
And I saw the light in his deep-set eyes
Come flashing in tender gleams.
And we said, "Are our visions folly ?
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 feel,
But a blessing shall fill it yet."
Gorphwysfa ! O Gorphwysfa ! [1]
Gogoniant ! [2] Amen.
