Dewi Sant

St. David used his power

When his mother was in labor

And soldiers came to slay her

But hailstorms drove them back

But he would not use his power

To stop the warring Saxons

That poured across the country

To plunder and attack

St. David used his power

To make himself a pulpit

From valley turned to hilltop

That rose up from the sod

But he would not use his power

To warm the freezing water

That rushed down from the mountains

Where he would pray to God

St. David used his power

To heal his teacher’s blindness

By laying hands upon him

And piercing eyes with light

But he would not use his power

To make himself strong liquor

To blur his mind with fancies

That flash, then fade from sight

St. David used his power

To found both church and abbey

As sacred sanctuaries

For the people of the land

But he would not use his power

To make the work-load lighter

Nor shirk his main commission,

To toil with heart and hand

His power came from Heaven,

Hinged on wings of angels,

But he could not follow whimsy

Nor make the final call

For the suffering drained his people

And the struggle left him withered

But he blessed the freezing water

And his comrades when they’d fall

For it was his lot to sorrow

And see the world in shadows

But to trudge on, cold and lonely

In a starless twilight bleak

But the dawn would come to Cymru

Through the learning of his brothers

And Welsh warriors found their courage

Through his sign of a golden leek

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