Rise, noble soul and come away; Let us no longer waste the day: Come let us haste to yonder Hill, Where pleasures fresh are growing still. The way at first is rough and steep; And something hard for to ascend: But on the top do pleasures keep And ease and joys do still attend. Come let us go: and do not fear The hardest way, while I am near. My heart with thine shall mingled be; Thy sorrows mine, my joys with thee. Rise and come away.
- by Thomas Traherne (1637? - 1674), "The hill" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Elizabeth Maconchy (1907 - 1994), "The hill", 1978 [soprano and piano], from Sun, Moon and Stars, no. 2. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-01-25
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