Four songs

Song Cycle by Louis Drakeford

?. Babies in their mothers' arms

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Infants in their mothers' arms
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?. My second thoughts condemn

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My second thoughts condemn
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?. Underneath an abject willow  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Underneath an abject willow,
Lover, sulk no more:
Act from thought should quickly follow.
What is thinking for?
Your unique and moping station
Proves you cold;
Stand up and fold
Your map of desolation.

Bells that toll across the meadows
From the sombre spire
Toll for these unloving shadows
Love does not require.
All that lives may love; why longer
Bow to loss
With arms across?
Strike and you shall conquer.

Geese in flocks above you flying.
Their direction know,
[Icy brooks beneath you flowing,
To their ocean go.
Dark and dull is your distraction]1:
Walk then, come,
No longer numb
Into your satisfaction.

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1 Britten: 
Brooks beneath the thin ice flowing,
To their ocean go.
Coldest love will warm  to action

Researcher for this page: Elaine Marie Ortiz-Arandes
Total word count: 105