Dewi Sant: A Poem for St. David’s Day

St. David used his power

When his mother was in labor

And soldiers came to slay her

But hailstorms drove them back

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But he would not use his power

To stop the warring Saxons

That poured across the country

To plunder and attack

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St. David used his power

To make himself a pulpit

From valley turned to hilltop

That rose up from the sod

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But he would not use his power

To warm the freezing water

That rushed down from the mountains

Where he would pray to God

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St. David used his power

To heal his teacher’s blindness

By laying hands upon him

And piercing eyes with light

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But he would not use his power

To make himself strong liquor

To blur his mind with fancies

That flash, then fade from sight

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St. David used his power

To found both church and abbey

As sacred sanctuaries

For the people of the land

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But he would not use his power

To make the work-load lighter

Nor shirk his main commission,

To toil with heart and hand

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His power came from Heaven,

Hinged on wings of angels,

But he could not follow whimsy

Nor make the final call

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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

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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

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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

By Rosaria Marie

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