The wreck of the Hesperus - Hiles, Henry

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⌛ Period → Romantic

◈ Genre / Form Glees

♯ Key A minor

⁄ Time Signature 4/4

♬ Voicing → SATB,ATBB

◆ Difficulty

Intermediate

↕ Range E-2 – D5

¶ Language → English

Measures 211

Texture Homophonic

Parts 6

Instruments A cappella

Pages 24

CPDL # 76746

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-10-27

License Personal

♫Pitch Ranges

Alto

A3 – C5

Tenor

D3 – A4

Baritone

G2 – E4

Bass

E-2 – D-4

Piano (practice only)

E-2 – E4

¶Lyrics / Text

It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailòr, Had sailed to the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane." "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he. Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow." He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat Against the stinging blast; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?" "'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" — And he steered for the open sea. "O father! I hear the sound of guns, Oh say, what may it be?" "Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!" "O father! I see a gleaming light, Oh say, what may it be?" But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee. At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form

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