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This is a poem, attributed to "Thomas Dale, 1819" by ''The Shenandoah Harmony'', 2012. Meter varies from {{CiteCat|12 12. 12 12}} D. to {{CiteCat|12 11. 12 11}} D. | |||
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'''''Supplement to the Kentucky Harmony'', 1825, pp. 72 and 61.''' | |||
1. O sleep not my babe, for the morn of tomorrow | |||
Shall soothe me to slumber more tranquil than thine; | |||
The dark grave shall shield me from shame and from sorrow. | |||
Though the deed and the doom of the guilty are mine. | |||
Not long shall the arm of affection enfold thee; | |||
Not long shalt thou hang on thy mother's fond breast; | |||
And who with the eye of delight shall behold thee, | |||
And watch thee and guard thee when I am at rest? | |||
2. And yet it doth grieve me to wake thee, my dearest. | |||
{{ | The pangs of thy desolate mother to see; | ||
Thou wilt weep when the clank of my cold chains thou hearest; | |||
And none but the guilty should weep over me. | |||
}} | And yet I must wake thee, and whilst thou art weeping, | ||
To calm thee I'll stifle my tears for a while. | |||
Thou smilest in thy dreams whilst thus placidly sleeping. | |||
And O how it wounds me to gaze on thy smile. | |||
3. Alas, my sweet babe, with what pride I had pressed thee | |||
To the bosom that now throbs with terror and shame. | |||
If the pure tie of virtue's affection had blessed thee, | |||
And hailed thee the heir of thy father's high name. | |||
But now with remorse that avails not I mourn thee. | |||
Forsaken and friendless as soon thou wilt be. | |||
In a world, if they cannot betray, that will scorn thee. | |||
Avenging the guilt of thy mother on thee. | |||
4. And when the dark thought of my fate shall awaken | |||
The deep blush of shame on thy innocent cheek. | |||
Then by all but the God of the orphan forsaken, | |||
A home and a father in vain thou wilt seek. | |||
1 know that the base world will seek to deceive thee | |||
With falsehood like that which thy mother beguiled; | |||
Deserted and helpless, with whom can I leave thee ? | |||
O God of the fatherless, pity my child!}} | |||
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'''''The National Recorder'', Philadelphia, 2(24):377, 1819''' | |||
:(attributed to ''The Liverpool Mercury'') | |||
O sleep not, my babe, for the morn of tomorrow | |||
Shall soothe me to slumber more tranquil than thine; | |||
The dark grave shall shield me from shame and from sorrow, | |||
Though the deeds and the doom of the guilty are mine. | |||
Not long shall the arm of affection enfold thee, | |||
Not long shalt thou hang on thy mother's fond breast; | |||
And who with the eye of delight shall behold thee | |||
And watch thee, and guard thee, when I am at rest! | |||
And yet it doth grieve me to wake thee, my dearest, | |||
The pangs of thy desolate mother to see; | |||
Thou wilt weep when the clank of my cold chain thou hearest, | |||
And none but the guilty should mourn over me. | |||
And yet I must wake thee—for while thou art weeping, | |||
To calm thee I stifle my tears for a while; | |||
But thou smil’st in thy dreams while thus placidly sleeping, | |||
And oh! how it wounds me to gaze on thy smile! | |||
Alas! my sweet babe, with what pride had I press'd thee | |||
To the bosom that now throbs with terror and shame, | |||
If the pure tie of virtuous affection had blest thee, | |||
And hail'd thee the heir of thy father's high name? | |||
But now — with remorse that avails not — I mourn thee, | |||
Forsaken and friendless, as soon thou wilt be, | |||
In a world, if it cannot betray, that will scorn thee — | |||
Avenging the guilt of thy mother on thee. | |||
And when the dark thought of my fate shall awaken | |||
The deep blush of shame on thy innocent cheek, | |||
When by all, but the God of the orphan, forsaken, | |||
A home and a father in vain thou shalt seek. | |||
I know that the base world will seek to deceive thee, | |||
With falsehood like that which thy mother beguiled; | |||
Deserted and helpless — to whom can I leave thee | |||
Oh! God of the fatherless! pity my child!}} | |||
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{{Text|Simple| | |||
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==External links == | ==External links == |
Revision as of 14:32, 13 April 2019
General information
This is a poem, attributed to "Thomas Dale, 1819" by The Shenandoah Harmony, 2012. Meter varies from 12 12. 12 12 D. to 12 11. 12 11 D.
Settings by composers
- Robert Boyd — Female Convict English SATB
Text and translations
English text Supplement to the Kentucky Harmony, 1825, pp. 72 and 61. |
The National Recorder, Philadelphia, 2(24):377, 1819 |
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