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But, amid their mocking,
11 The King, the King !" they cry, And forward they run flocking
While He passes by ; With the crowd she mixes
Her cruel shame to hide ; When, oh, what wonder fixes
The surging human tide ? There One stood, with thorn-crown'd head,
Hands of supplication, Multiplying mystic bread
For her famished nation. Children thus remember
My Poor and Me ! " He spoke. And in her palace chamber
Weeping she awoke. |
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Bteuddwyd dynes avail
Ocddyn dylawdyn zu'w, Ocdd gwcfd ci hun trwy'i hun
Yn acres mot a thir ; Llawn oedd ci hystafell
O avian ac o aur, A choron av ei pken o
Fil o berlau clacr. Pwy ocdd dcbyg iddi lrit mov
Ilardd o bryd a gwcdd ? A hi a chwyddai pan yfi cdyych
Ay ci swyddol scdd; AH gwr ddeffrodd o"r diwcdd,
Gan ddwcdyd wrthi " Sianl Rhaid iti godi'n awr,
Mae'n amser cynneu tan!" |
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H. 4868. |
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