Give up thy milk to her who calls Across the low green hills of Heaven And stream-cool meads of Paradise ! Across the low green hills of Heaven How sweet to hear the milking call, The milking call i' the meads of Heaven: Stream-cool the meads of Paradise, Across the low green hills of Heaven. Give up thy milk to her who calls, Sweet voiced amid the Starry Seven, Give up thy milk to her who calls !
Six Spiritual Songs
Song Cycle by Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960)
?. St. Bride's milking song [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Milking Sian", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1896
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Song of Easter [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The stars wailed when the reed was born, And heaven wept at the birth of the thorn: Joy was pluckt like a flower and torn, For Time foreshadowed Good-Friday Morn. But the stars laughed like children free And heaven was hung with the rainbow's glee When at Easter Sunday, so fair to see, Time bowed before Eternity.
Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Easter", appears in The Hour of Beauty, first published 1907
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Language: English
Holy, Holy, Holy, Christ upon the Cross: My little nest was near, Hidden in the moss. Holy, Holy, Holy, Christ was pale and wan: His eyes beheld me singing Bron, Bron, mo Bron! Holy, Holy, Holy, Come near, O wee brown bird!" Christ spake, and lo, I lighted Upon the Living Word. Holy, Holy, Holy, I heard the mocking scorn! But Holy, Holy, Holy, I sang against a thorn! Holy, Holy, Holy, Ah, his brow was bloody: Holy, Holy, Holy, All my breast was ruddy. Holy, Holy, Holy, Christ's-Bird shalt thou be: Thus said Mary Virgin There on Calvary. Holy, Holy, Holy, A wee brown bird am I: But my breast is ruddy For I saw Christ die. Holy, Holy, Holy, By this ruddy feather, Colum, call thy monks, and All the birds together.
Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "The bird of Christ", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1896
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Language: English
Oh, Baby Christ, so dear to me, Sang Briget Bride: How sweet thou art, My baby dear, Heart of my heart! Heavy her body was with thee, Mary, beloved of One in Three -- Sang Briget Bride -- Mary, who bore thee, little lad: But light her heart was, light and glad With God's love clad. Sit on my knee, Sang Briget Bride: Sit here O Baby dear, Close to my heart, my heart: For I thy foster-mother am, My helpless lamb! O have no fear, Sang good St. Bride. None, none, No fear have I: So let me cling Close to thy side While thou dost sing, O Briget Bride! My Lord, my Prince, I sing: My Baby dear, my King! Sang Briget Bride.
Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "St. Bride's lullaby", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1896
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 391