Footsteps of Angels (Clara Angela Macirone)

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  • (Posted 2023-11-13)  CPDL #77288:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-13).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 757 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Original publication indicates “Intended to be sung without Accompaniment.” As such, the brief two-measure keyboard interlude between verses is omitted from this edition.
  • (Posted 2019-05-02)  CPDL #54122:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-05-02).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 117 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Footsteps of Angels
Composer: Clara Angela Macirone
Lyricist: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or Keyboard

First published: 1869 in Novello Part-Song Book (2nd Series), Vol. 2, no. 72
Description: Only uses vv.1,3,6,8 & 10 of the original poem.

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Original text and translations

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1  When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;

3  Then the forms of the departed
Enter at the open door;
The beloved, the true-hearted,
Come to visit me once more;

10  Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only
Such as these have lived and died!

6  And with them the Being Beauteous,
Who unto my youth was given,
More than all things else to love me,
And is now a saint in heaven.

8  And she sits and gazes at me
With those deep and tender eyes,
Like the stars, so still and saint-like,
Looking downward from the skies.

10  Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only
Such as these have lived and died!