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There is no flock, however watched and tended, | |||
But one dead lamb is there! | |||
There is no fireside, howsoe’er defended, | |||
But has one vacant chair! | |||
The air is full of farewells to the dying, | |||
And mournings for the dead; | |||
The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, | |||
Will not be comforted! | |||
There is no Death! What seems so is transition; | |||
This life of mortal breath | |||
Is but a suburb of the life elysian, | |||
Whose portal we call Death. | |||
We will be patient, and assuage the feeling | |||
We may not wholly stay; | |||
By silence sanctifying, not concealing, | |||
The grief that must have way.}} | |||
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- (Posted 2023-10-02) CPDL #75940:
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-10-02). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 499 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Resignation
Composer: John George Callcott
Lyricist: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1870 Lamborn Cock
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Original text and translations
English text
There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe’er defended,
But has one vacant chair!
The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead;
The heart of Rachel, for her children crying,
Will not be comforted!
There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.
We will be patient, and assuage the feeling
We may not wholly stay;
By silence sanctifying, not concealing,
The grief that must have way.