Gwirwyd y dudalen hon
CYFFREDINEDD BYWYD.
Pan edrychom drwy natur y mae pob peth yn fyw o'n hamgylch. Y mae pob peth yn siglo gan fywyd.
"There is nothing stands still,
So old ages declare;
But the world ever changing
In earth, sea, and air;
All the powers of nature,
In truth, f we trace;
What are they? what are they?
But running a race.
The winds from all quarters,
Career through the sky;
They blow hot, they blow cold,
They blow swift, they blow high;
They follow, they flank,
And they fly in our face;
What are they? what are they?
But running a race.
The rivers that run to the end of the earth
Flow thousands of miles
From the place of their birth;
From the old, and the new world
They pour out a pace;
What are they? what are they?
But running a race."
