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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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Comes, at times, a stillness as of even,
Steeping the soul in memories of love,
As when the glow is sinking out of heaven,
As when the twilight deepens in the grove.
Comes, at length, a sound of many voices,
As when the waves break lightly on the shore,
As when at dawn the feathered choir rejoices,
Singing aloud, because the night is o'er.
Comes, at times, a voice of days departed,
On the dying breath of evening borne,
Sinks then the traveller, faint and weary-hearted,
"Long is the way," it whispers, "and forlorn."
Comes, at last, a voice of thrilling gladness,
Borne on the breezes of the rising day,
Saying, "The Lord shall make an end of sadness,"
Saying, "The Lord shall wipe all tears away."
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  • (Posted 2021-01-20)  CPDL #62453:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2021-01-20).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 168 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Evening and morning
Composer: Herbert Stanley Oakeley
Lyricist: Isaac Gregory Smith

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredSacred song

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1911 Novello's Octavo Anthems no.1008

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Original text and translations

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Comes, at times, a stillness as of even,
Steeping the soul in memories of love,
As when the glow is sinking out of heaven,
As when the twilight deepens in the grove.

Comes, at length, a sound of many voices,
As when the waves break lightly on the shore,
As when at dawn the feathered choir rejoices,
Singing aloud, because the night is o'er.

Comes, at times, a voice of days departed,
On the dying breath of evening borne,
Sinks then the traveller, faint and weary-hearted,
"Long is the way," it whispers, "and forlorn."

Comes, at last, a voice of thrilling gladness,
Borne on the breezes of the rising day,
Saying, "The Lord shall make an end of sadness,"
Saying, "The Lord shall wipe all tears away."