Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them That chaunt the dead day's requiem Make in my ears, who wakeful lie, Soft lullaby. Let them that guard the hornèd moon By my bedside their memories croon. So shall I have new dreams and blest In my brief rest. Fold your great wings about my face, Hide dawning from my resting-place, And cheat me with your false delight, Most Holy Night.
Two Songs , opus 14
by Edmund Duncan Rubbra (1901 - 1986)
1. The Night [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by (Joseph) Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953), "The night", appears in Verses and Sonnets, first published 1896
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2. Slow spring [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, The days go on With almonds showing the pink stars blowing And birds in the dawn. Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear, Or a lamb that is mild, By little steps, and by little skips, Like a lamb or a child.