When Jesus Christ was four years old, The angels brought Him toys of gold, Which no man ever had bought or sold. And yet with these He would not play. He made Him small fowl out of clay, And blessed them till they flew away. Tu creasti, Domine.1 Jesus Christ, Thou child so wise, Bless mine hands and fill mine eyes, And bring my soul to Paradise.
Hilaire Belloc Songs
Song Cycle by Vincent Persichetti (1915 - 1987)
1. Thou child so wise  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by (Joseph) Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953), "The birds", appears in Verses, first published 1910
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Translation: Thou hast created them, O Lord.
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2. The microbe  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see him through a microscope. His jointed tongue that lies beneath A hundred curious rows of teeth; His seven tufted tails with lots Of lovely pink and purple spots, On each of which a pattern stands, Composed of forty separate bands; His eyebrows of a tender green; All these have never yet been seen-- But Scientists, who ought to know, Assure us that they must be so.... Oh! let us never, never doubt What nobody is sure about!
Text Authorship:
- by (Joseph) Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953), "The microbe", appears in More Beasts for Worse Children, first published 1897
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 165