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'''Title:''' ''Sing for the morning's joy, Cecilia sing''<br> | '''Title:''' ''Sing for the morning's joy, Cecilia sing''<br> | ||
{{Composer|Charles H. Giffen}} | {{Composer|Charles H. Giffen}} | ||
{{Lyricist| | {{Lyricist|Ursula Vaughan Williams| (1911-2007)}} | ||
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br> | {{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br> | ||
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{{Published|2018}} | {{Published|2018}} | ||
'''Description:''' The tune GLOUCESTER CRESCENT ({{cat | '''Description:''' The tune GLOUCESTER CRESCENT (meter {{cat|10 10.10 10. D}}) was composed for this text, 'A Hymn for St Cecilia' (1961) by Ursula Vaughan Williams, the widow of the composer [[Ralph Vaughan Williams]]. | ||
'''External websites:''' | '''External websites:''' | ||
==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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'A Hymn for St Cecilia' | |||
Sing for the morning’s joy, Cecilia, sing, | |||
in words of youth and phrases of the spring. | |||
Walk the bright colonnades by fountains spray | |||
and sing as sunlight fills the waking day. | |||
Till angels, voyaging in upper air, | |||
pause on a wing, and gather the clear sound | |||
into celestial joy, wound and unwound, | |||
a silver chain or golden as your hair. | |||
Sing for your loves of heaven and of earth, | |||
in words of music, and each word a truth, | |||
marriage of heart and longings that aspire, | |||
a bond of roses and a ring of fire. | |||
Your summertime grows short and fades away, | |||
terror must gather to a martyr’s death, | |||
but never tremble, the last indrawn breath | |||
remembers music as an echo may. | |||
Through the long aftermath of centuries | |||
Cecilia’s music dances in the skies, | |||
lend us a fragment of the immortal air | |||
where with your choiring angels we may share. | |||
A light to light us through time-fettered night, | |||
water of life, a rose of paradise; | |||
so from the earth another song shall rise | |||
to meet your own in heavens long delight. | |||
by Ursula Vaughan Williams, used by permission | |||
}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Modern music]] | [[Category:Modern music]] |
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- Editor: Charles H. Giffen (submitted 2018-09-20). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 88 kB Copyright: CC BY NC SA
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Title: Sing for the morning's joy, Cecilia sing
Composer: Charles H. Giffen
Lyricist: Ursula Vaughan Williams (1911-2007)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: Organ
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: The tune GLOUCESTER CRESCENT (meter 10 10.10 10. D) was composed for this text, 'A Hymn for St Cecilia' (1961) by Ursula Vaughan Williams, the widow of the composer Ralph Vaughan Williams.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
'A Hymn for St Cecilia'
Sing for the morning’s joy, Cecilia, sing,
in words of youth and phrases of the spring.
Walk the bright colonnades by fountains spray
and sing as sunlight fills the waking day.
Till angels, voyaging in upper air,
pause on a wing, and gather the clear sound
into celestial joy, wound and unwound,
a silver chain or golden as your hair.
Sing for your loves of heaven and of earth,
in words of music, and each word a truth,
marriage of heart and longings that aspire,
a bond of roses and a ring of fire.
Your summertime grows short and fades away,
terror must gather to a martyr’s death,
but never tremble, the last indrawn breath
remembers music as an echo may.
Through the long aftermath of centuries
Cecilia’s music dances in the skies,
lend us a fragment of the immortal air
where with your choiring angels we may share.
A light to light us through time-fettered night,
water of life, a rose of paradise;
so from the earth another song shall rise
to meet your own in heavens long delight.
by Ursula Vaughan Williams, used by permission