 Mae'r cyfnod oed, i'w wneud i'w hwnnw, o'r cyfnod o'r rhallwyr i'w wneud. Mae'r cyfnod oed er mwyn i'w oed yn ymddiolol. Felly mae'r cyfnod i fynd. Felly mae'r cyfnod o'r stadio cyrraffydd, oedd mae'r cyfnod oed. Mae'r cyfnod oed yn oed. The facilities that required to get bigger for Berlin 1936, the Hitler's Games, if you'd like, you had the Reichs' Sportsfeld, which was, at the time, the biggest sports complex in the world. And through that you could reach beyond yourself and in that beyondness transcendence, if you'd like, Going up with another human being, linking up with a G, linking up with God – who is up to none of the other – you can find life through the fool. This is the 1948 closing ceremony, Olympic Hill, written by Mr Herbert, the poet. The races run, the winners wear the laurels, But you and I not empty go away, for we have seen the least unkind of quarrels, the young men glowing in a friendly way. Let us be good because of women, let us go home today. God may come loving to win, but not win every day.