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Ddirwestwyr parchedig, na sefwch yn syn-
A mudion yn ngolwg aelwydydd fel hyn:
Goleuwch y ganwyll, ysgubwch y ty,
Mae darnau o arian o'ch amgylch yn llu;
A chofiwch fod argraff a delw eich Duw
Ar enaid y meddwyn aflanaf yn fyw,
Chwi foneddigesau, rai didwyll a hardd,
Sy'n hoffi dych'mygion gwyllt Dante y bardd,
Rhowch heibio y llyfr,rhowch heibio eich hurddas
Mae aelwyd y meddwyn yn ymyl eich palas;
Heb gymorth 'run bardd i roi lliw ar y darlun
Cewch drem ar 'Inferno ar aelwyd y meddwyn.

TEARS.
By Robert, Earl of Lytton.
There be three hundred different ways and more
Of speaking, but of weeping only one;
And that one way, the wide world o'er and o'er,
Is known by all, though it is taught by none.
No man is master of this ancient lore,
And no man pupil. Every simpleton
Can weep as well as any sage. The mau
Does it no better than the infant can.
The first thing all men learn is how to speak,
Yet understand they not each other's speech,
But tears are neither Latin, nor yet Greek,
Nor prose, nor verse. The language that they teach
Is universal. Cleopatra's cheek
They decked with pearls no richer than from each
Of earth's innumerable mourners fall
Unstudied, yet correctly classical.
Tears are the oldest and the commonest
Of all things upon earth; and yet how new
The tale each time told by them! how unblessed
Were life's hard way without her heavenly dew!
Joy borrows them from grief; Faith trembles lest
She lose them; even Hope herself smile thro'
The rainbow they make round her as they fall:
And Death, that cannot weep, sets weeping all.
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