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- (Posted 2016-05-09) CPDL #39611:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2016-05-09). Score information: A4, 12 pages, 144 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: In praise of song
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Unknown
Number of voices: 8vv Voicing: SATB.SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1904
Description: Composed for the Berks., Bucks. and Oxon. competitive music festival, Oxford (1904)
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Original text and translations
English text
Should there be some hapless wights
Pleasure-worn to weariness,
And destitute of life's delights,
Let them sing a song or twain,
'Twill hearten them to cheeriness
And make them feel alive again.
Should men's lives be shorn of mirth,
Wreck'd by Fate's unkindliness,
And their days of little worth,
Let them seek in Mu-sic peace,
To wean them from their hopelessness,
And so from sorrow find release.
When our days are full of joy,
Brimming o'er with gladness and good,
And forgot is all annoy,
Singing still will tell the tale,
Singing still will fit the mood,
With delight that cannot fail.
Though rivals in song,
In song we unite:
Were our deeds e'er so wrong,
Our song must be right.
It uplifts us, unbinds us,
Wherever it finds us,
And helps us all day
To rejoice in our way,
And be strong.