More life (Walter Cecil Macfarren)

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  • (Posted 2023-11-13)  CPDL #77270:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-13).   Score information: Letter, 10 pages, 445 kB   Copyright: Personal
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  • (Posted 2019-11-09)  CPDL #55857:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-11-09).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 113 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: More life
Composer: Walter Cecil Macfarren
Lyricist: Alice Cary

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

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or Keyboard

First published: 1876 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 9, no. 270
Description:  The word plain in bar 24 of Novello score is an editorial error. It has been corrected to the original place, as it appears in The poetical works of Alice and Phoebe Cary (1877), retaining the rhyming scheme.

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Original text and translations

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1  When springtime prospers in the grass,
And fills the vale with tender bloom,
And light winds whisper as they pass,
Of summer days to come
In spite of all the joys she brings,
To flood and field, to hill and grove,
This is the song my spirit sings,
More light, more life, more love!

2  And when, her time fulfilled, she goes,
So gently from her vernal place,
And meadows wide, and woodland glows
With sober summer grace;
When on the stalk the ear is set,
With all the harvest promise bright,
My spirit sings the old song yet,
More love, more life, more light!

3  When stubble takes the place of grain,
And shrunken streams steal low along,
And all the faded woods complain,
Like one who suffers some great wrong:
When fires are lit, and everywhere
The pleasures of the household rife,
My song is solemnised to prayer,
More love, more light, more life!