All appeared new and strange at first, inexpressibly rare and delightful and beautiful. The streets were mine, the Temple was mine, the People were mine, and so were the sun and moon and Stars, and all the world was mine. All things Were spotless and pure and glorious, Yea and Infinitely mine and joyful and precious. But little did the Infant dream that all the treasures of the world were by. And that himself was so the cream and crown of all, which round about did lie.
Sun, Moon and Stars
Song Cycle by Elizabeth Maconchy (1907 - 1994)
1. Sun, moon and stars  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Thomas Traherne (1637? - 1674)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. The hill  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Rise, noble soul and come away; Let us no longer waste the day: Come let us haste to yonder Hill, Where pleasures fresh are growing still. The way at first is rough and steep; And something hard for to ascend: But on the top do pleasures keep And ease and joys do still attend. Come let us go: and do not fear The hardest way, while I am near. My heart with thine shall mingled be; Thy sorrows mine, my joys with thee. Rise and come away.
Authorship:
- by Thomas Traherne (1637? - 1674), "The hill"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. Solitude  [sung text checked 1 time]
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How desolate! Ah how forlorn, how desolate. How sadly did I stand When in the field my woeful state I felt! Not all the land, Not all the skies Tho' heaven shined before mine eyes, Could comfort yield in any field to me. Nor could my mind contentment find or see; Felicity! O where? O where? Shall I thee find to ease my mind! O where?
Authorship:
- by Thomas Traherne (1637? - 1674), "Solitude"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. Clothed with the stars  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
You never enjoy the world aright till you are clothed with the stars. Till your spirit filleth the whole world and the stars are your jewels.
Authorship:
- by Thomas Traherne (1637? - 1674)
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