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
Authorship:
- by (Joseph) Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953), "The night", appears in Verses and Sonnets, first published 1896
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Language: English
The Spring comes slowly up this way, Slowly, slowly, Under a snood of hodden grey. The black and white for her array, Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way. Where is her green that was so gay? Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way. Unto a world too sick for May, Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way. Where are the lads that used to play? Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Authorship:
- by Katharine Tynan (1861 - 1931), "A new old song", appears in Ballads and Lyrics, first published 1891
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Later included in Herb o' Grace (1918) under the title "A Song of Spring"Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]