Twilight Song - Shelley, Harry

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

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 8

CPDL # 77916

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-12-07

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

Twilight in her mantle still Hides the village roofs away, Covers all the purple hill Close within her shadows grey. Soil-worn hands and weary feet, For awhile your dreams be sweet! Rest, ye workers, while you can, Labour is the lot of man. Silent see the anvil stands, All its glow is darkened now; Lonely in the fallow lands Lies at rest the busy plow. While the shepherd leaves his hut, And the kine in stall are shut; Sleep, ye workers, while you can, Labour is the life of man. Twilight’s hand each care doth heal; Lights are gleaming down the vale, And the miller stops his wheel, And the thresher drops his flail, And the weaver leaves his loom Hushed within the quiet room; Rest, ye workers, while ye can, Labour is the crown of man.