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- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-06-01). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 55 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Armida's Garden
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Mary E. Coleridge
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1909 in English Lyrics, Set 9, no. 5
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
There, in that other world, what waits for me ?
What shall I find after that other birth ?
No stormy, tossing, foaming, smiling sea,
But a new earth.
No sun to mark the changing of the days,
No slow, soft falling of the alternative night,
No moon, no star, no light upon my ways,
Only the Light.
No grey cathedral,
Wide and wondrous fair,
That I may tread
Where all my fathers trod.
Nay, nay, my soul,
No house of God is there,
But only God,
Only God.