O lonned wyf eleni
Gan gymaint fy mraint a 'mri;
Dedwydd er gwendid ydwyf,
Do'f yn well—diofnau wyf.
Ail i win, caf awel iach,
Bob awr a'm gwna'n bybyrach
Llaw anian ddaw i'm llonni—
Nerthir ac adferir fi.
Beth ar led a ddywedaf?
Pa ddawn yn gyflawn a gaf
I ddiolch â rhydd awen,
Heb wall parch, neu bwyll y pen,
Am wiw rodd yn fy mro iach
Na welwyd ei hanwylach?
Rhodd brydferth o werth i wan
Sy' i gynnal llesg anian;
Parchaf, enwaf drwy einioes
Yr hael gyfeillion a'i rhoes.
Verses
Composed on hearing of the death of the late
benevolent and charitable Mrs. Ellis Nanney,
of Gwynfryn.
MAY not the friendly, and the tender heart,
The beautiful, the bounteous, and the wise,
For once escape the ever mortal dart?
Must cruel death dissolve the closest ties?
What is our life? What is the glory of man?
Are they not like the flower of the field?
It not our time in shortness like a span?
The great, the small, alike to death must yield.
The faithful Dorcas! she whose name we bless,
Rejoiced the widow and dispelled her fears,
Her footsteps cheered the children of distress,
Her death unseal'd the fountains of our tears.
