Prawfddarllenwyd y dudalen hon
TELOR YR HELYG.
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."
—Shakespere.
"The meanest flower of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To me are opening paradise."—Gray.
