It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch [ ... ]
Two Songs of Reflection
Song Cycle by Garth Baxter (b. 1946)
1. What death can touch
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Chaim Stern , copyright ©
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This text may be copyright, so we will not display it until we obtain permission to do so or discover it is public-domain.2. A cradle song
Language: English
Sweet dreams, form a shade O'er my lovely infant's head, Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy, silent, moony beams. Sweet Sleep, with soft down Weave thy brows an infant crown; Sweet Sleep, angel mild, Hover o'er my happy child. Sweet smiles, in the night Hover over my delight. Sweet smiles, mother's smile, All the livelong night beguile. Sweet moans, dovelike sighs, Chase not slumber from thine eyes! Sweet moans, sweeter smile, All the dovelike moans beguile. Sleep, sleep, happy child: All creation slept and smiled. Sleep, sleep, happy sleep, While o'er thee doth mother weep. Sweet babe, in thy face Holy image I can trace; Sweet babe, once like thee Thy maker lay and wept for me, Wept for me, for thee, for all, When he was an infant small. Thou his image ever see, Heavenly face that smiles on thee -- Smiles on thee, on me, on all, Who became an infant small, Infant smiles are his own smiles; Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "A Cradle Song", appears in Songs of Innocence and Experience, in Songs of Innocence, no. 11, first published 1789
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