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- (Posted 2015-11-28) CPDL #37697:
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- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-11-28). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 59 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval note edition. One small edit, otherwise as written in 1797.
- (Posted 2015-11-28) CPDL #37696:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-11-28). Score information: Unknown, 1 page, 90 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape).
General Information
Title: Number Four
First Line: Mankind must all return to dust
Composer: Daniel Belknap
Lyricist: Anonymous
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1797
Description: First published in The Harmonist's Companion, 1797, p. 12. Words by an anonymous author, apparently only printed here.
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Original text and translations
English text
Mankind must all return to dust,
From whence their nature sprung at first;
They soon shall wither like a flower,
Which grows and lives but just an hour.
They soon shall huddle to the grave,
They soon must quit the slender stage,
The feeble thread will soon be cut,
Millions are turning to their dust.