The Pride of every grove I chose - Smith, John Stafford

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⌛ Period → Classical ◈ Genre → Glees ♬ Voicing → TTB ¶ Language → English

Parts 3

Instruments A cappella

Pages 4

CPDL # 63624

Editor Christopher Shaw

Posted 2021-03-22

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

The pride of every grove I chose, The violet sweet and lily fair, The painted pink and blushing rose, To deck my charming Chloe's hair. At morn the nymph vouchsafed to place Upon her brow the various wreath; The flow'rs less blooming than her face, The scent less fragrant than her breath. The flow'rs she wore along the day, And every nymph and shepherd said That in her hair they look'd more gay Than glowing in their native bed. Undress'd at evening, when she found Their odours lost, their colours past, She changed her look, and on the ground Her garland and her eyes she cast. That eye dropp'd sense, distinct and clear As any Muse's tongue could speak, When from its lid a pearly tear Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek. Ah me! the blooming pride of May And that of Beauty are but one; At morn both flourish bright and gay, Both fade at evening, pale, and gone.