Fling wide, oh dawn, thy golden portals To greet the fairest bride. Sweetly sound thy lutes, O maidens, Singing hymns of praise. Sing of her eyes where shadows sleeping, Are still as watersprings at eve, Where swwet as some pale water blossom, Broodeth the soul of love. Oh! sing her praises, scent her tresses With dropping odours from the South, Till all her garments smell of myrrh, Sandal and frankincense. Come, celebrate with joy the festal day, Let music and let song be made, For beautiful as goddess of the morning, Beautiful as Hathor is the bride.
- by Helen Maude Francesca Bantock, née von Schweitzer (1868 - 1961) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
- by Granville Ransome Bantock, Sir (1868 - 1946), "Bridal song", 1897, published 1898 [voice and piano], from Songs of the East III: Songs of Egypt, no. 4, Breitkopf und Härtel [ sung text checked 1 time]
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- GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Franz Hermann Schneider) , "Brautlied"
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