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Oddi ar Wicidestun
Neidio i'r panel llywio Neidio i'r bar chwilio
Ni brawfddarllenwyd y dudalen hon eto


TO E. H.

Eliza , since it must be so,
I will not bid thee stay ;
With thy heart's own choice still go,

And pleasure strew thy way.
But stay , thou must not here expect
A pathway strewed with flowers;
For many a thorn we may detect

In pleasure's fairest bowers.
But if Religion's heavenly light
Still shine upon thy path ,
Thy life will be serenely bright,
And peaceful be thy death .
Yes, we must part, Adieu, Adieu,

May Heaven thy steps attend ;
But whilst this life thou journeyest thro'
Ah ! ne'er forget thy friend .

Yes my friend we've
But alas!,we now must part ;
Still thy accents soft and mild
Lie engraven on my heart.
Oft in spirit yet we meet,

Whilst we join in silent prayer,
And before Heaven's mercy seat
Mingle still our joy and care.

Yet to part is sad and bleak ,
Though the tears I strive to hide,
Still they will bedew my cheek,
Spite of all the means I've tried .

Then , farewell, we yet may meet
On a fairer happier shore,
Where life's pleasures cannot cheat

Where joy reigns for evermore.

Yes I have endured a parting,
And my feelings none can tell,
As the tear of love was starting

When I spoke the word Farewell.