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Legh Richmond
(1772 - 1827)
Lone minstrel of the moonlight hour
(A.T.T.B.B.)
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Richmond was a clergyman and amateur composer of glees. He is credited with the invention and introduction of the hymnboard with moveable numbers.
The current item was printed for the Harmonic Society of Cambridge in 1796.
The current item was printed for the Harmonic Society of Cambridge in 1796.
Lyrics: Peter Pindar
(John Wolcot)
Lone minstrel of the moonlight hour,
That charm'st the silent list'ning plain,
An hapless pilgrim treads thy bow'r,
To hear thy solitary strain.
How soothing is the song of woe
To me, whom love hath doom'd to pine;
For 'mid those sounds that plaintive flow,
I hear my sorrows mix with thine.
Lone minstrel of the moonlight hour,
That charm'st the silent list'ning plain,
An hapless pilgrim treads thy bow'r,
To hear thy solitary strain.
How soothing is the song of woe
To me, whom love hath doom'd to pine;
For 'mid those sounds that plaintive flow,
I hear my sorrows mix with thine.