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- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-12-20). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 365 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2016-05-06). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 102 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: With the double ♭s and some other accidentals changed enharmonically as an aid to amateur singers.
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2016-05-06). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 102 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: With Parry's original accidentals.
General Information
Title: What voice of gladness
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Robert Bridges
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A capella (keyboard reduction)
First published: 1897 in Six Modern Lyrics, no. 5
Description: The text is from Bridges' poem, Larks.
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Original text and translations
English text
What voice of gladness, hark! in heaven is ringing?
From the sad fields the lark is upward winging.
High through the mournful mist that blots our day
Their songs betray them soaring in the grey.
See them! Nay, they in sunlight swim;
Above the furthest stain of cloud attain;
their hearts in music rain upon the plain.
Sweet birds, far out of sight
Your songs of pleasure
Dome us with joy as bright
As heaven's best azure.