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{{Vs|1}} The sun is down, the evening come, | |||
The weary toilers all at home; | |||
And grateful calmness, peace, and rest, | |||
Succeed to day's distracting haste. | |||
The woods are hushed, and hushed the vale, | |||
The birds' accustomed voices fail; | |||
The very flow'rs are fall'n asleep, | |||
To wake no more till day shall peep. | |||
{{Vs|2}} E'en now descends the cooling dew, | |||
Each blade and leave to bless anew; | |||
Amid the flow'rs light breezes play, | |||
And steal their richest scents away; | |||
With glist'ning eye, the evening star | |||
Beholds the silent world afar; | |||
And very flow'rs are fall'n asleep, | |||
To wake no more till day shall sleep. | |||
}} | |||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-12-29). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 84 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: Eventide
Composer: Franz Wilhelm Abt
Lyricist: John Troutbeck
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 341
Description: Translation of a poem by August Heinrich Hoffmann von Fallersleben.
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Original text and translations
English text
1 The sun is down, the evening come,
The weary toilers all at home;
And grateful calmness, peace, and rest,
Succeed to day's distracting haste.
The woods are hushed, and hushed the vale,
The birds' accustomed voices fail;
The very flow'rs are fall'n asleep,
To wake no more till day shall peep.
2 E'en now descends the cooling dew,
Each blade and leave to bless anew;
Amid the flow'rs light breezes play,
And steal their richest scents away;
With glist'ning eye, the evening star
Beholds the silent world afar;
And very flow'rs are fall'n asleep,
To wake no more till day shall sleep.