Codiad yr hedydd

See, O see, the breaking day;

How the dew-drops deck the thorn!

Hov'ring low, the sky-lark's lay

Long preluding meets the morn.

Hark! the liquid notes awake anew,

Rising sweeter with the rising dew.

Rising with the rising dew.

See the blazing gates unfold!

See his radiant head appear!

Through yon op'ning clouds of gold

Still the less'ning note we hear.

Sinking softly with the sinking strain,

See her seek her lowly nest again.

See her seek her nest again.