July 3 Ficer Prichard 1
The Bread of Life, each there may meet,
To feed the body and the mind -
A lamp, to light his stumbling feet -
A bridle, his loose tongue to bind.
Thence milk, to nurse the weakling, flows -
Thence manna, hungry souls to feed -
Thence wine, to soften human woes,
And comfort give, to all that need!
An oil that can the pangs assuage
Of conscience, and o'er sin prevail -
A balsam is the sacred page -
An antidote, ne'er known to fail!
Ficer Rhys Prichard 1579-1644
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