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Samuel Arnold
(1740 - 1802)
Solace of life
(A.T.B.)
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Between 1763 and 1794 Thomas Warren published, through differing publishers, an annual collection of catches, canons and glees, under the aegis of the Catch Club. This item was published in the fourteenth such collection.
Lyrics: John Hughes
Solace of life, my sweet companion lyre,
On this fair poplar bough I'll hang thee high,
While the gay fields all soft delights inspire,
And not one cloud deforms the smiling sky.
But see - what sudden gloom obscures the air,
What falling show'rs impetuous change the day,
Let's rise my lyre, ah, pleasure false as fair,
How faithless are thy charms, how short thy stay.
Solace of life, my sweet companion lyre,
On this fair poplar bough I'll hang thee high,
While the gay fields all soft delights inspire,
And not one cloud deforms the smiling sky.
But see - what sudden gloom obscures the air,
What falling show'rs impetuous change the day,
Let's rise my lyre, ah, pleasure false as fair,
How faithless are thy charms, how short thy stay.