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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-03-21).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 75 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: When comes my Gwen
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Mynyddogcreate page (1833-1877), translated by E. O. Jones

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Tenor solo

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1903

Description: Number 1 of Parry's "English Lyrics" - Set 6. Composed as a Christmas present for Plunket Greene, opon his wedding to Parry's youngest dughter, Gwen.

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Original text and translations

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When comes my Gwen,
More glorious then
The sun in heaven appeareth;
And summer's self
To meet this elf
A smile more radiant weareth.
When comes my love,
The moon above
Shines bright and ever brighter;
And all the black
And sullen wrack
Grows in a moment lighter.

When comes my Queen,
The treetops green
Bow down to earth to greet her;
And tempests high
That rend the sky
Disperse, ashamed to meet her.
When comes my sweet
Her love to greet,
My cares and sorrows vanish;
For on her face
Rests heavenly grace,
Which troubles all doth banish.
When comes my dear,
The darkness drear
'Twixt God and me is riven;
Her loving eyes
Reveal the skies
And point the way to heaven.