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Theodore Aylward
(1730 - 1801)
Here rests his head (canzonet)
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"Eight canzonets for two soprano voices, dedicated by permission to their Royal Highnesses Princess Augusta and Princess Elizabeth" (and, one assumes, intended for domestic performance by the Royal Family). The bass line is marked "Violoncello or Harpsichord". c.1790 (n/d). Aylward also published a four part setting of this text for use as a glee.
Lyrics: Thomas Gray
Here rests his head upon a lap of earth,
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown;
Fair Science frowned not at his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Large was his bounty and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send.
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,
He gained from Heaven, 'twas all he wished, a friend.
No further seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.
Here rests his head upon a lap of earth,
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown;
Fair Science frowned not at his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Large was his bounty and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send.
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,
He gained from Heaven, 'twas all he wished, a friend.
No further seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.