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Maria Hester Park
(1760 - 1813)
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
(T.T.B. or S.S.A.)
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Maria Park issued her Set of Glees, Op. 3 by subscription in 1790. There is nothing in the cleffing of this piece to indicate that she expected performance by any other than the contemporary standard (all-male) forces. In deference to her gender, a transposed edition is provided to enable performance by female choirs.
Lyrics: William Collins
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.
No wailing ghost shall dare appear,
To vex, with shrieks, this quiet grove;
But shepherd lads assemble here,
And melting virgins own their loves.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Beloved till life can charm no more,
And mourned till pity's self be dead.
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.
No wailing ghost shall dare appear,
To vex, with shrieks, this quiet grove;
But shepherd lads assemble here,
And melting virgins own their loves.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Beloved till life can charm no more,
And mourned till pity's self be dead.