Already has God’s providence
To thee, breath, being, strength allow’d—
Health, knowledge, reason, memory, sense,
Will he not, think’st thou, give thee food?
Two sparrows, as they are so small,
Are purchas’d for a single mite;
Though little, yet God feeds them all,
Art thou less precious in his sight?
Though God, for all his creatures here
With a most lib’ral hand provides;
Yet is the soul of man more dear
To him, than all his works besides.
On God, thy cares and troubles lay—
For thee, he always is in pain;
If Christ thou truly dost obey,
A sure reward thou shalt obtain.
Footnotes:
[{59}] The Goryn Ddû (black crown), is surmounted by a circular ancient British station, in a very perfect state, about a mile from Trwst Llywelyn, on the other side of the river, up the vale: like the ancient Mathraval, it is situated in a wood.
[{61}] Trwst Llywelyn is only four or five miles from the nearest point of Shropshire; and the inhabitants, except the very old people, do not understand the Welsh language.
[{62}] Anglesey.
[{65}] King of the Fairies.
[{75a}] The battle of Maelor, fought with the English in the 12th century, by Owen Cyveiliog, prince of Powys, who composed the admired poem called Hirlas, or the Drinking Horn, on the victory he obtained.