by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Winged echoes
Language: English
Hush'd is the evening hymn, The organ's solemn peal, While thro' the chancel dim The echoes sweetly steal. On flutt'ring wings they soar, Now upwards to the skies, Till they're lost for evermore In the land of Paradise. On one sweet quiv'ring note, I breathe a pray'r to Heaven, And hear it upward float To where the clouds are riven. Just in the far off West, As softly dies the day, My pray'r is borne to rest, And the echo steals away. But a golden ray of light There comes in radiant stream. And floating thro' the night Now floods my silent dream. It bears upon its breast Sweet echoes of a voice That bid my heart to rest, My spirit to rejoice.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Francesco Paolo Tosti (1846 - 1916), "Winged echoes", 1891. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 123