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Five Early Songs

Word count: 293

Song Cycle by Howard Leake Boatwright (1918 - 1999)

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1. Requiescat [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Language: English

Translation(s): GER GER

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Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast.
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.


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2. On Hearing the Birds Sing

Language: English

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3. O by the by [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

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o by the by
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4. At the round earth's imagin'd corners [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Language: English

Translation(s): FRE

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  • FRE French (Fran├žais) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


At the round earth's imagined corners, blow 
Your trumpets, angels, and arise 
From death, you numberless infinities 
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go,
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow
All whom war, death, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance hath slain; and you whose eyes 
Shall behold God and never taste death's woe,
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space,
For, if above all these my sins abound,
'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,
Teach me how to repent, for that's as good
As if [Thou hadst]1 seal'd my pardon with Thy blood.


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1 Britten: "Thoud'st"

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5. Revelation

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