Brandon (Samuel Holyoke)

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  • (Posted 2016-11-26)  CPDL #42106:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-11-26).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 69 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. The L. M. portion of the other stanza from Wesley's book included.
  • (Posted 2016-11-26)  CPDL #42105:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-11-26).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 68 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). The L. M. portion of the other stanza from Wesley's book included.

General Information

Title: Brandon
First Line: The scattered clouds are fled at last
Composer: Samuel Holyoke
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: Secular   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1791 in Harmonia Americana, pp. 43-44
Description: Holyoke adapted the words of an unknown author; the earliest I have seen them published is John Wesley's Pocket Hymn Book, Edition of 1787, where it appears as Hymn 204. In this book, it appears in two stanzas of meter 88. 88. 77. -- Holyoke used the second stanza in his composition, shortening it to 88. 88. (L. M.).

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

John Wesley, 1787
1. The voice of my beloved sounds,
While o'er the mountain tops he bounds,
He flies exulting o'er the hills,
And all my soul with transport fills;
Gently doth he chide my stay,
"Rise, my love, and come away."

2. The scattered clouds are fled at last,
The rain is gone, the winter past,
The lovely vernal flowers appear,
The warbling choir enchant our ear;
Now, with sweetly pensive moan,
Cooes the turtle-dove alone.

 

Samuel Holyoke, 1791

The scattered clouds are fled at last,
The rain is gone, the winter past,
The lovely vernal flowers appear,
The feathered choirs invite our ear.