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Sad and alone, at midnight hour, | |||
Strange-seeming sounds come wafted near, | |||
As when a mother's softest power | |||
Soothes into peace her nurseling dear. | |||
When unobserved soft tears are flowing, | |||
Easing the pain that fills the heart; | |||
And on the fev'rish brow bestowing | |||
Calm that bids our cares depart. | |||
As if the May, again returning, | |||
Waved o'er our path her angel wing. | |||
Life seems with gracious promise burning, | |||
Hailing anew its gentle Spring. | |||
And as that dreamlike strain floats nigh me, | |||
Whate'er its sacred mission be, | |||
E'en while I wake it passes by me, | |||
As though 'twere childhood's melody. | |||
}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] |
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-06-01). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 104 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: Childhood's melody
Composer: Francesco Berger
Lyricist: William Ball
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 3, no. 94
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Original text and translations
English text
Sad and alone, at midnight hour,
Strange-seeming sounds come wafted near,
As when a mother's softest power
Soothes into peace her nurseling dear.
When unobserved soft tears are flowing,
Easing the pain that fills the heart;
And on the fev'rish brow bestowing
Calm that bids our cares depart.
As if the May, again returning,
Waved o'er our path her angel wing.
Life seems with gracious promise burning,
Hailing anew its gentle Spring.
And as that dreamlike strain floats nigh me,
Whate'er its sacred mission be,
E'en while I wake it passes by me,
As though 'twere childhood's melody.