Angel of the night - de Lange, Huub

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◈ Genre → Secular ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments Chamber-orchestra

Pages 27

CPDL # 13478

Editor Huub de Lange

Posted 2007-01-23

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

I dream'd there would be Spring no more, That Nature's ancient power was lost: The streets were black with smoke and frost, They chatter'd trifles at the door: I wander'd from the noisy town, I found a wood with thorny boughs: I took the thorns to bind my brows, I wore them like a civic crown: I met with scoffs, I met with scorns From youth and babe and hoary hairs: They call'd me in the public squares The fool that wears a crown of thorns: They call'd me fool, they call'd me child: I found an Angel of the night; The voice was low, the look was bright: He look'd upon my crown and smiled: He reach'd the glory of a hand, That seem'd to touch it into leaf: The voice was not the voice of grief, The words were hard to understand.