The Harvest Rose (Thomas Richard Gonzalvez Jozé)

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  • (Posted 2023-11-03)  CPDL #76930:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-03).   Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 840 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: The Harvest Rose
Composer: Thomas Richard Gonzalvez Jozé
Lyricist: Patrick Joseph McCall
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1902 Novello and Co.
Description: “A Jacobite lyric”

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Original text and translations

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The Winds of Heav’n are whispering a secret in the nest
Of the lark all the night forlorn;
And on dewy twinkling wings an exulting herald springs
To proclaim the happy dawn of morn.
Awake each sleepy heart
That dreamt of care and smart,
The Clarion of Freedom loudly blows,
For the passing of the night,
And the flashing of the light,
Thro’ the branches of the Harvest Rose.

Go, Son of the Cliff, and send the music of that song
To the dreamers of hill and vale;
Down where the heroes sleep
in the Caves of Ulster deep,
Tell the tidings of the skylark’s tale!
Wake Oscar of the Spears,
Wake Fionn and all his peers,
Long wrapped in their magical repose;
Till, once more on earthly plain,
The Fianna throng again
’Neath the blossoms of the Harvest Rose!

Forget not, where beneath the sod, Great Garradh Iarla lies
By his white steed of silver shoon!
Resound, and soon his band,
Holding battle axe and brand,
Shall arise from the grass green Doon!
Behold, the hosts of hate
Have passed the western gate
While oversea, the Ring of Morning glows;
And encircles, holy bright,
With a crown of golden light,
The red blossoms on our Harvest Rose!