Udgorn Seion, 1853
(Vol. 6):177-78
THE
POET’S LONGING FOR ZION.
EVERY night and day I
long,
To be set free from Babel,
And receive my worthy
endowment,
Within
the holy Temple
of God.
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I can do no less while
on my journey,
Than shed many times
tears,
Of love for the blessed
family,
That is yonder in Zion—lovely land.
Like an exile I am far
from home,
In strong hope I lift up
a cry;
Or like a meek child in
a desert land,
Whose earnest cry is for
his Father’s house.
Likewise amid the
world’s oppression,
And all its false
majesties;
Towards Zion and her glory,
Does my heart’s love
swell.
I cannot see here for my
part,
One fair domain—one
happy spot,
In my view merely
worthless,
Amid
terrible Babel’s
din.
From the land of my fathers
I wish to flee
With no more loitering
there,
Until the wonderful day
dawns,
On the
era of her restoration.
My mighty Lord, in thy
strength I’ll go,
Despite powerful
whirlwind and the terrible ocean,
And I shall brave the
wild swell of the waves,
Hurrying
over with delight on my face.
O Zion, Zion to thee,
My thoughts turn like
the current
Nothing under the sun
but enjoyment of this,
Fills
the love of my happy heart.
O hasten, hasten the
break of dawn,
To set me free from the
great affliction,
To the profound peace of
long duration,
After
finishing the work of my Heavenly Father.
Llanelli. DEWI ELFED.
