The wrecked hope (John Liptrot Hatton)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-02-10). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 96 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transposed down a semitone from the source.
Original text and translations
1 There's a low soft song in a chamber,
Where sits in the darkening room,
A young wife, lulling her babe to rest,
Scarce seen in the deepening gloom;
And her song to her babe is telling,
How in hope and joy she sees
The white sails homeward swelling,
To the strain of a favouring breeze,
The good ship bearing its father home
From the far wild southern seas.
2 There's a dim drear moon careering,
Through the dark grim clouds on high,
And a waste of billows tossing
Beneath the stormy sky.
And a wave-washed form upheaving
At times in the moon's wan gleams,
Around which the wild sea rages,
And the grey gull wheels and screams:
And the form is his of whose safe return
Afar his young wife dreams, she dreams.