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Rh And the time, one sunny morning, When a preacher came by that way, And he talked to us with the gentle words That hallowed and blessed our play, O fy hen Gymraeg ! We gathered us round about him, And we told him our boyish dreams ; And I saw the light in his deep-set eyes Come flashing in tender gleams. And we said, "Are our visions folly ? Should we banish them, and forget ? " And he answered, — how well I can see him now, With the shade of the mountain across his brow ! — " There is never a longing the heart can feel, But a blessing shall fill it yet." Gorphwysfa ! O Gorphwysfa ! Gogoniant ! Amen.