Whence (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-04-15). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 57 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Original text and translations
Will he come to us out of the west
With hair all blowing free?
Will he come, the last and best,
Over the flowing sea,
Prophet of days to be?
Aye, he will come; the unseen choir
Attend his steps with song,
And on his breast a deep toned lyre,
And on his lips a word like fire
To burn the ancient wrong.
Bay crowned and goodlier than a king;
With voice both strong and sweet
The song of freedom will he sing
And I from out of the crowd shall fling
My rose-wreath at his feet.