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==Original text and translations==
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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2021-09-13).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 389 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.

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Title: Come, fairest nymph
Composer: Lord Mornington
Lyricist: Thomas Gray
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: STTB
Genre: SecularGlee

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1781
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Original text and translations

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Come, fairest nymph, resume thy reign,
Bring all the graces in thy train;
With balmy breath, and flowery tread,
Rise from thy soft ambrosial bed;
Where, in elysian slumber bound,
Embow'ring myrtles veil thee round.

Awake, in all thy glories drest,
Recall the zephyrs from the west;
Restore the sun, revive the skies,
At mine, and Nature's call, arise.
Great Nature's self upbraids thy stay,
And misses her accustom'd May.

See! all her works demand thy aid,
The labours of Pomona fade:
A plaint is heard from ev'ry tree;
Each budding flow'ret calls for thee;
The birds forget to love and sing;
With storms alone the forests ring.

Come then, with Pleasure at thy side,
Diffuse the vernal spirit wide;
Create, where'er thou turn'st thy eye,
Peace, Plenty, Love, and Harmony.