Down by the brooklet’s side (John Harrison Tenney)

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  • (Posted 2024-06-06)  CPDL #80845:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-06-06).   Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 503 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Down by the brooklet’s side
Composer: John Harrison Tenney
Lyricist: Harriet Ellen Grannis Arey
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1875 Lee & Shepard

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Original text and translations

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     Down by the brooklet’s side,
     Where the soft waters glide
Gently and sweetly away to the sea,
     Lifting my tiny bell
     Up from the leafy dell,
There is my birth-place—the dwelling for me.

     There, where the wild bird’s song
    Chants, through the summer long,
Strains of affection, unchanging, and true,
     Formed by a fairy’s wand,
     Claiming no care, I stand
Wooing the sunbeams, and quaffing the dew.

     Not where the diamond gleams,—
     Not where the wine cup streams,
Jars not the revel the bowers that I wreathe,
     Sought for no festal hall,
     Prized by no pride at all,
Care heaps no sighs on the pure air I breathe.

     But, o’er the dewy lawn,
     Called by the breaking dawn
Up from their sleep in some vine-girded cot,
     Maidens of merry mien
     Gather the cowslips green,
Breathing the songs that their heaven-dreams have taught.

     I, in my lowly bower,
     Envy no gayer flower;
Fanned by the bright wing of hum-bird and bee,
     While by the streamlet’s side,
     Glad as the laughing tide,
Velvet-cheeked children are seeking for me.

     Still let the nightingale
     Fondly the rose assail,
Pouring its moon-sick strains—wasting its sighs;
     But on the Violet’s breast,
     Still shall the angels rest,
Long as we garner the tints of the skies.