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Children’s Corner Revisited

by David Ward-Steinman (b. 1936)

1. I have a popliteal
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
I have a popliteal behind my knee
 [ ... ]

Text Authorship:

  • by Susan Lucas , copyright © 1964

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2. Night flight
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
We're off, with the roar of a small typhoon
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Text Authorship:

  • by Charles Waller Tucker , "Night flight", appears in Songs of a Fighter Pilot, copyright © 1944 by Augusta Tucker

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3. Night
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest.
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy grove,
Where flocks have took delight:
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing
And joy without ceasing
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest
Where birds are cover'd warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep,
Seeking to drive their thirst away
And keep them from the sheep.
But, if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying, "Wrath, by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Are driven away
From our immortal day.

"And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
For, wash'd in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold."

Text Authorship:

  • by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Night", appears in Songs of Innocence and Experience, in Songs of Innocence, no. 14, first published 1789

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4. what if a much of a which of a wind

Language: English 
what if a much of a which of a wind
 . . . . . . . . . .

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Text Authorship:

  • by E. E. (Edward Estlin) Cummings (1894 - 1962), appears in 1 x 1, first published 1944, copyright ©

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Total word count: 395
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