The voice of Spring (John George Veaco)
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- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-12-14). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 740 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: a cappella version
General Information
Title: The voice of Spring
Composer: John George Veaco
Lyricist: Felicia Hemans
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1886 Novello, Ewer, and Co.
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Original text and translations
English text
I come, I come! ye have called me long,
I come o’er the mountains with light and song!
Ye may trace my step o’er the wakening earth
By the winds which tell of the violet’s birth,
By the primrose-stars, in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
I have looked o’er the hills of the stormy north,
And the larch has hung all his tassels forth,
The fisher is our on the sunny sea,
And the reindeer bounds o’er the pastures free,
And the pine has a fringe of softer green,
And the moss looks bright where my foot has been.
I have breathed on the south, and the chestnut flowers
By thousands have burst from the forest-bowers,
And the ancient graves, and the fallen fanes,
Are veiled with wreaths on Italian plains;
But it is not for me in my hour of bloom,
To speak of the ruin or the tomb!
I have sent through the wood-paths, a glowing sigh,
And called out each voice of the deep blue sky;
From the night-bird’s lay, through the starry time,
In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime,
To the swan’s wild note, by the Iceland lakes,
When the dark fir-branch into verdure breaks.
From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain,
They are sweeping on to the silvery main,
They are flashing down from the mountain brows,
They are flinging spray o’er the forest-boughs,
They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,
And the earth resounds with the joy of waves.