Stradella (Ciro Pinsuti)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-08-22). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 136 kB Copyright: CPDL
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1 As softly chimes the vesper peal,
While round us plays the even's glow,
We watch for one, with naked steel,
Who soon must fall 'neath deadly blow,
In solemn shade of cloistered wall,
Sweet strains, like beat of angels' wings,
Around in measured cadence fall,
And hark! His voice! Stradella sings!
Brighter spheres wherein Thou dwellest
Far above on Mercy's throne,
Yet shall be our home eternal
With the righteous all thine own.
Soon will be thy home eternal;
Death has marked thee for his own!
2 The swell of sounds, like rippling tide,
Uplifts our hearts in tender bliss;
Our hands, all nerveless, by our side,
Refuse to strike a soul like this!
Oh fly! some far more cruel arm
May yet obey thy ruthless foe;
Around thee still may music's charm
Protect thee wheresoe'er thou go!
Angels glorious, at Thy bidding,
Guard our footsteps from above;
Heavenly music tells their presence,
Shielding us with peace and love!
Heavenly music marks thy presence,
Shielding thee with peace and love!