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  • (Posted 2019-12-29)  CPDL #56438:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-12-29).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 84 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Eventide
Composer: Franz Wilhelm Abt
Lyricist: John Troutbeck

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

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

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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.