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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Text|English|
I praise the tender flower,
That on a mournful day
Bloomed in my garden bower
And made the winter gay.
Its loveliness contented
My heart tormented.
 
I praise the gentle maid
Whose happy voice and smile
To confidence betrayed
My doleful heart awhile;
And gave my spirit deploring
Fresh wings for soaring.
 
The maid for very fear
Of love I durst not tell:
The rose could never hear,
Though I bespake her well:
So in my song I bind them
For all to find them.}}


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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-07-16).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 65 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Title: I praise the tender flower
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Robert Bridges

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: S

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

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Original text and translations

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I praise the tender flower,
That on a mournful day
Bloomed in my garden bower
And made the winter gay.
Its loveliness contented
My heart tormented.

I praise the gentle maid
Whose happy voice and smile
To confidence betrayed
My doleful heart awhile;
And gave my spirit deploring
Fresh wings for soaring.

The maid for very fear
Of love I durst not tell:
The rose could never hear,
Though I bespake her well:
So in my song I bind them
For all to find them.