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Bora dydd Sul perffaith yn cerdded Y Lôn Goed, yr haul allan yn gwenu arnom. Cychwyn yn hen ‘laundry’ Afon Wen a gorffen yn Coed Cae Du, Eifionydd ar ei orau.
O! mwyn yw cyrraedd canol
Y tawel gwmwd hwn,
O’m dyffryn diwydiannol
A dull y byd a wn;
A rhodio’i heddwch wrthyf f’hun
Neu gydag enaid hoff, cytûn.
R Williams Parry