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==General Information==
==General Information==

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  • (Posted 2019-11-29)  CPDL #56115:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-11-29).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 87 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: The Winter song
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
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Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1877 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10, no. 299

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Original text and translations

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All clean, all smooth, the field so white
Reflects the genial sunbeam bright;
Blue ether's sharp and stilly.
And clear as glass,
gleams, where we pass,
The meadow's surface chilly.

The dusky pine-bough bends down low,
And threatens, with its weight of snow,
The wanderer to cover.
Crisp to his tread, a diamond bed,
With pain, he travels over.

Good speed! upon the solid rime,
The snowclad hill I swiftly climb;
Look joyously around me,
And praise his might
Who makes so bright
The silver plains which bound me.