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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Vs|1}} Thro' ev'ry weary stage in life,
Thro' ev'ry care, thro' ev'ry strife,
Kind Heav'n relief may send;
But nought can beguile
The heart of its toil
Like the smile of a woman friend.
 
{{Vs|2}} 'Tis night rain to the parched tree;
'Tis honeydew to the eager bee,
'Tis zephyr to the opening rose,
'Tis Heav'n's own light
To him whose night
Has saddened 'mid Polar snows.
 
{{Vs|3}} 'Tis freedom to the dungeon-bound,
'Tis coolness to the throbbing wound;
Or health to a plague-tainted air.
'Tis morning breaking,
An infant waking,
'Tis ev'ry thing that's good and fair.
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  • (Posted 2019-04-30)  CPDL #54097:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-04-30).   Score information: A4, 9 pages, 123 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Woman's smile
Composer: Clara Angela Macirone
Lyricist: Charles Cowden Clarke

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

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Description: from Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 2, No. 70.

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Original text and translations

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1  Thro' ev'ry weary stage in life,
Thro' ev'ry care, thro' ev'ry strife,
Kind Heav'n relief may send;
But nought can beguile
The heart of its toil
Like the smile of a woman friend.

2  'Tis night rain to the parched tree;
'Tis honeydew to the eager bee,
'Tis zephyr to the opening rose,
'Tis Heav'n's own light
To him whose night
Has saddened 'mid Polar snows.

3  'Tis freedom to the dungeon-bound,
'Tis coolness to the throbbing wound;
Or health to a plague-tainted air.
'Tis morning breaking,
An infant waking,
'Tis ev'ry thing that's good and fair.