Tudalen:Cofiant a gweithiau Risiart Ddu o Wynedd.djvu/69

O! na allwn yn hollol—ad-dalu
Eich teilwng serch bywiol;
A thrysor rhagorol—y goleuni
Drwy gyhoeddi'r efengyl dragwyddol.

Duw fy lor hwyrach adfera—awch gwych
I'r afiach gorph yma;
A'r llais sy'n floesg arllwysa—nef daran
I wanu Satan yn Minnesota.

Diolch! a Duw y duwiau—drwy fwynder
Ei fendith a'i rasau,
Wir ddibrin roddo wobrau—i chwi i gyd—
Coronau bywyd uwch cur na beiau.

On July 21, 1869, we find him writing to his father from Pine Hill, Wis., a portion of that letter we insert here:—

Dear Father,—

I feel sorry that I have been so long without answering your letter. It came to hand when my ordination was on the point of taking place, and I found it difficult to set my mind on anything else. I think the pure, dry, and bracing air of Minnesota has helped me much, and though it has not cured my disease, I think it has been the means of extending . . . my life I came to this locality about a month ago, in order to be under the treatment of BigNose, a celebrated Indian Doctor, who has effected some extraordinary cures amongst white folks. I am afraid the old gentleman will not be able to cure me, but he does certainly help me a good deal. My appetite is better, my face is not so pale, and my