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Angel of the Night (Huub de Lange)

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Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2007-01-23).   Score information: A4, 13 pages, 241 kbytes   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Angel of the Night
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson, poem 69 from "In Memoriam A.H.H."

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular

Language: English
Instrumentation: Orchestra (Chamber-orchestra)
Published: 2007

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Original text and translations

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I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:

I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,
I wore them like a civic crown:

I met with scoffs, I met with scorns
From youth and babe and hoary hairs:
They call'd me in the public squares
The fool that wears a crown of thorns:

They call'd me fool, they call'd me child:
I found an Angel of the night;
The voice was low, the look was bright:
He look'd upon my crown and smiled:

He reach'd the glory of a hand,
That seem'd to touch it into leaf:
The voice was not the voice of grief,
The words were hard to understand.

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