The land of wonders (Henry Thomas Smart)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-10-28). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 112 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.
Original text and translations
1 From this valley's lowly plain,
Where but chilly mists I see,
Could I but the pathway gain,
Oh! how happy should I be!
Lovely mountains greet mine eye,
Ever verdant, young and fair;
To the mountains I would fly,
Had I wings to cleave the air.
2 In my ear sweet music rings
Tones of heaven's lulled repose;
Borne upon the zephyr's wings,
Balmy odour round me flows.
Golden grows the fruit so fair,
Nodding on the dark green spray,
And the flowers blooming there,
Winter marks not for his prey.
3 But a torrent bars my way:
Fierce its angry billows roll,
And the menace of its spray,
With a shudder fills my soul.
Lo! a boat reels to and fro,
But alas! the pilot fails
Bold and fearless in it go,
Life breathes on its swelling sails.
4 Heav'n ne'er gives a pledge to man,
Strong in faith then thou must dare;
Thee nought but a wonder can
To the Land of Wonders bear.