Come to me God ; but do not come To me, as to the gen'rall Doome, In power; or come Thou in that state, When Thou Thy Lawes didst promulgate, When as the [Mountains]1 quak'd for dread, And sullen clouds bound up his head. [No, lay thy stately terrours by, To talke with me familiarly;]2 For if Thy thunder-claps I heare, I shall lesse swoone, then die for feare. Speake thou of love and I'le reply [By way of Epithalamie,]2 Or sing of mercy, and I'le suit To it my Violl and my Lute: Thus let Thy lips but love distill, Then come my God, and hap what will.
Come to me God ; but do not come
Set by George Dyson (1883 - 1964), "Come to me God ; but do not come", from Quo Vadis: a Cycle of Poems, no. 7  [sung text checked 1 time]
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Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "To God"
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Dyson: "mountain"
2 omitted by Dyson.
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In this world, the isle of dreams,
While we sit by sorrow's streams,
Tears and terrors are our themes
Reciting:
But when once from hence we fly,
More and more approaching nigh
Unto young eternity,
Uniting:
In that whiter island, where
Things are evermore sincere;
Candor here and luster there
Delighting:
There, in calm and cooling sleep
We our eyes shall never steep,
But eternal watch shall keep,
Attending
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Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "The White Island, or Place of the Blest"
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Researcher for this page: Harry JoelsonMy soul, there is a country [Afar]1 beyond the stars, Where stands a wingèd sentry All skilful in the wars: There, above noise and danger Sweet Peace sits [crown'd]2 with smiles And One, born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious Friend And -- O my soul, awake! -- Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake. If thou canst [get]3 but thither, There grows the [flower]4 of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease. Leave then thy foolish ranges, For none can thee secure But One who never changes, Thy God, thy life, thy cure.
Authorship:
- by Henry Vaughan (1622 - 1695), "Peace", first published 1650
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Paix", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
1 Dyson, Parry: "Far"
2 Parry: "crowned"
3 Dyson: "go"
4 Parry: "flow'r"
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