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Go gentle soul, supremely blessed, | Go gentle soul, supremely blessed, | ||
from scenes of struggling virtue go, | from scenes of struggling virtue go, | ||
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Which made thy span of life so brief, | Which made thy span of life so brief, | ||
His mercy sue to shorten mine, | His mercy sue to shorten mine, | ||
and grant a suffering soul relief. | and grant a suffering soul relief.}} | ||
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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2008-06-28). Score information: A4, 3 pages Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Go gentle soul
Composer: Henry Harington
Lyricist: Luís de Camões
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard
Published: 1800
Description: From "Songs, duets and other compositions by Doctor Harington of Bath never before published. Studio fallente laborem. London. Printed for the author & sold by the engraver E. Riley No. 8 Strand J. Preston No. 97 Strand Lintern's Bath &c". 1800
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Original text and translations
English text
Go gentle soul, supremely blessed,
from scenes of struggling virtue go,
from thy immortal feat of rest behold
our world of ling’ring woe.
From virtue’s source if sorrows rise,
while tears, my hopeless fate declare
O justify these endless sighs,
and now prefer one gracious pray’r.
If in thy bless’d repose above,
Fond fancy still the past surveys,
blame not sweet saint my ardent love,
wont in these longing eyes to blaze.
Bow to that awful hand divine,
Which made thy span of life so brief,
His mercy sue to shorten mine,
and grant a suffering soul relief.