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  • (Posted 2023-11-14)  CPDL #77315:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-14).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 384 kB   Copyright: Personal
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  • (Posted 2020-01-01)  CPDL #56478:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-01-01).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 118 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Autumn
Composer: Alexander Campbell Mackenzie
Lyricist: Nathaniel A. Haven

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or Keyboard

First published: 1879 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 353
Description: Part Songs for Mixed voices, Opus 8, No. 3

Setting of vv.2 & 4 of a longer poem.

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Original text and translations

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Autumn! I love thy bower
With faded garlands drest:
How sweet, alone to linger there,
When tempests ride the midnight air!
To snatch from mirth a fleeting hour,
The sabbath of the breast!

Autumn! thy fading flowers
Droop but to bloom again;
So man, though doom’d to grief awhile,
To hang on fortune’s fickle smile,
Shall glow in heaven with nobler powers,
Nor sigh for peace in vain.