The wreck of the Hesperus (Henry Hiles)

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  • (Posted 2023-10-27)  CPDL #76746:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-10-27).   Score information: Letter, 24 pages, 1.06 MB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: SATB version
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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2022-02-28).   Score information: A4, 22 pages, 490 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: ATBarB version, which differs in many places from the SATB version. Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.
  • (Posted 2020-11-14)  CPDL #61366:         
Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2020-11-14).   Score information: A4, 20 pages, 276 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: SATB version. The word corse in the source changed to corpse as per the original poem. Score updated 08/03/2022. Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.

General Information

Title: The wreck of the Hesperus
Composer: Henry Hiles
Lyricist: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicings: SATB or ATBB
Genre: SecularGlee

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: Novello part-song book volume 13 page 84, number 381.
    2nd published: 1880 The Orpheus (New series) no.38

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Original text and translations

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It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr,
To bear him company.

Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.

The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.

Then up and spake an old Sailòr,
Had sailed to the Spanish Main,
"I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane."

"Last night, the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!"
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.

Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast,
The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.

Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.

"Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr,
And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow."

He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
And bound her to the mast.

"O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
Oh say, what may it be?"
"'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" —
And he steered for the open sea.

"O father! I hear the sound of guns,
Oh say, what may it be?"
"Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!"

"O father! I see a gleaming light,
Oh say, what may it be?"
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.

Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies,
The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.

Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That saved she might be;
And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave
On the Lake of Galilee.

At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.

The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
The salt tears in her eyes;
And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
On the billows fall and rise.

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow!
Christ save us all from a death like this,
On the reef of Norman's Woe!