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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-04-15).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 57 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: File Sizes: PDF: 57 KB, MIDI: 9 KB, Sib4: 42 KB.

General Information

Title: Whence
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Julian Sturgis - (1848-1904)

Number of voices: 1v  Voicing: Solo Tenor
Genre: Secular, Art song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1907

Description: Number 1 of C. H. H. Parry's "English Lyrics" - Set 8. Lyrics by the poet Julian Sturgis - (1848 - 1904).

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Original text and translations

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Will he come to us out of the west
With hair all blowing free ?
Will he come, the last and best,
Over the flowing sea,
Prophet of days to be ?

Aye, he will come; the unseen choir
Attend his steps with song,
And on his breast a deep toned lyre,
And on his lips a word like fire
To burn the ancient wrong.

Bay crowned and goodlier than a king;
With voice both strong and sweet
The song of freedom will he sing
And I from out of the crowd shall fling
My rose-wreath at his feet.

Lyrics: Julian Sturgis - (1848 - 1904), "Whence"