Lillie of the snow-storm - Work, Henry Clay

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◈ Genre / Form Partsongs

♬ Besetzung → SATB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 4

Instrumente A cappella

Seiten 12

CPDL Nr. 78354

Bearbeiter David Anderson

Veröffentlicht 2023-12-19

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To his home, his once white, once loved cottage, Late at night, a poor inebriate came; To his wife, the waiting wife and daughter, Who for him had fanned the midnight flame: Rudely met, they answered him with kindness— Gave him all their own un-tasted store; ’Twas but small, and he with awful curses, Spurned the gift, and drove them from his door. ''While the storm, the wild, wild wintry tempest'' ''Swept across the prairies cold and white;'' ''What a shame that Lillie and her mother'' ''Were abroad on such a fearful night!'' Far across the prairie stood a dwelling, Where from harm they oft had found retreat; Thither now, all brave and uncomplaining Did they urge their weary, way-worn feet: But their strength, unequal to their courage, Failed them as they wandered to and fro; Till, at last, the feeble, fainting mother, Speechless sank upon the drifted snow. Lillie prays— the harps are hushed in Heaven— Angels poise them midway in the sky; Up from earth there comes a wail of sorrow, Such a wail as must be heard on High: “Father dear! my other, better Father! Won’t you hear your daughter Lillie pray? Won’t you send some strong and careful angel, Who will help my mother on her way?” Morning dawns— the husband and the father, Sobered now, to seek his flock has come; Lillie dear is living, but her mother— Hours ago, an angel bore her home: Ah, poor man! now bitter is his anguish, As he now repents his punished sin, Bending o’er the child, who, half unconscious, Sadly cries, “Please, father, let us in!”

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