The blue-bell - Webb, George J.

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

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 8

CPDL # 79234

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2024-02-22

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

“I would not be a floweret hung On high in mountain snows; Nor o’er a castle wall be flung All stately though it rose: I’d breathe no sighs For cloudless skies, Nor perfumed eastern gale, So I might be A blue-bell free, In some low verdant vale. “For there the swains and maidens meet, With summer sport and song, And fairies lead with unseen feet Their moonlight dance along: Each tiny lip Would gladly sip The dew my cup enshrined, And next morn’s bee Would drink from me The sweets they left behind. “The laurel hath a loftier name, The rose a brighter hue, With Heaven I’d be clad the same In fair and fadeless blue: No blood-stain’d chief Ere plucks this leaf, To make his wreath more gay! Though still its flower Decks village bower, And twines the shafts of May.” Sweet Maiden! may thy gentle breast As artless pleasures swell, As those thou deemest still to rest In thy beloved blue- bell! And may’st thou feel, Though time shall steal Thy beauty’s freshest hue, A bliss still shed Around thy head,— Unchanged like Heaven’s own blue!