Zion - poem by Dewi Elfed Jones

Udgorn Seion, 1853 (Vol

Udgorn Seion, 1853 (Vol. 5):415

 

ZION.

 

ZION, O how blessed it will be,

To have the pleasure of its free privileges;

High pay worth the many troubles,

Will be the enjoyment to me every hour;

O, may the day come when I shall have a complete release,

From the arduous captivity, deceit, and treachery,

Where the law of God will be ministered,—

O that is the place where I wish to live.

 

See, the beautiful valleys yonder,

See their fruits on all sides;

The excellent berries of its abundant meadows,

Provide the perfume for its hillsides:

My country, my country is beautiful Zion,

Every kind of beauty emanates from it;

There lovely nature is smiling;

There my peace will be full.

 

Llanelli. DEWI ELFED.

 

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Immigrants:

Jones, David Bevan

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