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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2021-10-04). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 365 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: Sleep, poor youth
Composer: John Stafford Smith
Lyricist: Thomas Durfeycreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: ATTB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1774
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Sleep, sleep, poor youth, sleep, sleep in peace,
Reliev'd from love and mortal care,
Whilst we that pine in life's disease,
Uncertain blest, less happy are.
Couch'd in the dark and silent grave,
No ills of fate thou now canst fear;
No more shall tyrant pow'r enslave,
Or scornful beauty be severe.
Wars, that do fatal storms disperse,
Far from thy happy mansion keep;
Earthquakes, that shake the universe,
Can't rock thee into sounder sleep.
Past is the fear of future doubt,
The sun is from the dial gone,
The sands are sunk, the glass is out,
The folly of the farce is done.