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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2021-09-13). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 265 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.
General Information
Title: Hail hallowed fane
Composer: Lord Mornington
Lyricist: Anonymous
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1781 Warren's eighteenth collection
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Original text and translations
English text
Hail hallowed fane, amidst whose mould'ring shrines
Her vigils musing, melancholy keeps;
Upon her arm her harrow'd cheeks reclines,
And o'er the spoils of human grandeur weeps.
Hail awful edifice thine aisles along,
In contemplation wrapt, O let me stray;
And stealing from the idle busy throng,
Serenely meditate the moral lay.
What pleasing sadness fills my thoughtful breast,
Whene'er my steps these vaulted mansions trace;.
Where in their silent tombs forever rest
The honour'd ashes of the British race.