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{{Vs|1}} Starry crowns of Heaven, | |||
Set in azure night! | |||
Linger yet a little, | |||
Ere you hide your light. | |||
Nay; let starlight fade away, | |||
Heralding the day! | |||
{{Vs|2}} Blossoms, gentle blossoms, | |||
Do not wither yet; | |||
Still for you the sun shines, | |||
Still the dews are wet. | |||
Nay, but fade and wither fast, | |||
Fruit must come at last. | |||
{{Vs|3}} Joy, so true and tender, | |||
Dare you not abide? | |||
Will you spread your pinions, | |||
Must you leave our side? | |||
Nay; an angel's shining grace | |||
Waits to fill your place. | |||
}} | |||
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[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] |
Revision as of 08:36, 19 May 2019
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-05-19). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 88 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Starry crowns of heaven
Composer: Joseph Barnby
Lyricist: Adelaide Anne Procter
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 3, no. 109
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Original text and translations
English text
1 Starry crowns of Heaven,
Set in azure night!
Linger yet a little,
Ere you hide your light.
Nay; let starlight fade away,
Heralding the day!
2 Blossoms, gentle blossoms,
Do not wither yet;
Still for you the sun shines,
Still the dews are wet.
Nay, but fade and wither fast,
Fruit must come at last.
3 Joy, so true and tender,
Dare you not abide?
Will you spread your pinions,
Must you leave our side?
Nay; an angel's shining grace
Waits to fill your place.