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- (Posted 2013-10-14) CPDL #30330:
- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2013-10-14). Score information: A4, 1 page, 60 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: Epitaph on Mrs Wren
Composer: Anonymous
Lyrics: R.M. esq.
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: TTB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: c.1785
Description: Written by an amateur, who wished to remain anonymous.
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Original text and translations
English text
All cold beneath this narrow heap,
Wren's angel charms in silence sleep;
And here the ties of virtue end,
The tender mother, wife and friend.
For her each gentle bosom grieves;
'Tis not the turf alone that heaves!
Pity and love their loss deplore;
Their fav'rite child can feel no more.