Arise thou North-winde (Song 14) (Orlando Gibbons)

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  • (Posted 2020-11-17)  CPDL #61501:       
Editor: Richard Mix (submitted 2020-11-17).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 32 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Arise thou North-winde (Song 14)
Composer: Orlando Gibbons
Lyricist: George Wither

Number of voices: 1 or morevv   Voicings: unison or SB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 888. 88

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

First published: 1623 Hymnes and Songs of the Church, no. 14
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Original text and translations

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1. Arise thou Northwinde from the North,
And from the South, thou Southwind blow:
Upon my Garden breath yee forth,
That to my spices (there I growe,)
From thence abundantly may flowe.
And to thy Garden come my Deare,
To eat thy fruits of pleasure there.

2. My Sister, and espoused Peere,
Unto my Garden I am come:
My Spice I gather'd with my Myrrhe:
I ate my Hony in the Combe,
And drunke my Wine with Milke among.
Come Friends, and Bestbelov'd of me,
Come, eate, and drinke, and merry be.

3. I slept, but yet my heart did wake:
It is my Love I knocking hear:
It was his Voice, and thus he spake:
Come open unto me, my Deare, My Love,
my Dove, my Spotlesse-Peere:
For, with the Deaw my Head is dight;
My Lockes with droppings of the Night.

5. I rose unto my Love to ope,
And from my Hands distilled Myrrhe;
Pure Myrrhe did from my fingers drop
Upon the handles of the Barre.
But, then departed was my Deare.
When by his Voice I knew 'twas he,
My heart was like to faint in me.

6. I sought; but seene he could not be:
I call'd but heard no answer sound.
The Citie Watchmen met with me,
As they were walking of the Round,
And gave me stripes that made a wound:
Yea, they that watch and ward the Wall,
Ev'n they have tooke away my Veyle.