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- (Posted 2021-04-05) CPDL #63928:
- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2021-04-05). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 107 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Sweet day, so cool
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: George Herbert
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1909
Description: Source Novello Part-song book(second series) Number 1132.
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Original text and translations
English text
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky;
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,
For thou must die.
Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye;
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.