Blagur Awen Ben Bowen/My noble England

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Blagur Awen Ben Bowen gan David Bowen (Myfyr Hefin)

Awake, wild Wales →

MY NOBLE ENGLAND.^[1]

My noble England—ever free and great!
For thee the wrinkled face of Fate
Grows young as Dawn with nobler manliness
Than ever was thy dream.

My noble toiling England! Should thick gloom.
Thy glorious Past entomb,
Be calm! For know thy godlike nobleness.
Lives ever. Keep thy dream.

My noble, noble England! Doubt no more!
Mourn not! the sweet, strong Faith of yore
Grows cold in death, and all earth's loveliness
Seems but a hollow dream.

Know thou, my England, all the outworn creeds
Thy beacons were to nobler deeds;
The truth which leaves them all to death's loneliness
Moves upward in thy dream.

And know, though suns should fade and pass away
Like withered leaves some day,
God faileth not nor Truth, and Holiness
Lives ever. Keep thy dream.

My noble England,—ever free and great!
For thee the wrinkled face of Fate
Grows young as Dawn with nobler manliness
Than ever was thy dream.

Nodiadau

1. Ymddangosodd y gân hon yn y Diamond Fields Advertiser, Kimberley, Chwef. 25, 1902, o dan y penawd "Calm." Mr. L. M. Jones (Tal o Fon) ddaeth o hyd iddi, a derbynied fy niolch yn gynnes.—MYFYR HEFIN.