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From "Eight canzonets peculiarly adapted for ladies: with an accompanyment for the Piano Forte or Harp", London, c.1780.
The text is taken from Haweis's libretto for an oratorio, Ruth, but has been secularized by substituting Boaz by Strephon. Haweis was an influential member of The Countess of Huntingdon's Connexion, and is buried in Bath Abbey.
The text is taken from Haweis's libretto for an oratorio, Ruth, but has been secularized by substituting Boaz by Strephon. Haweis was an influential member of The Countess of Huntingdon's Connexion, and is buried in Bath Abbey.
Lyrics: Thomas Haweis
To soothe my fond bosom, awake my soft lute,
In silence no longer remain;
Nor deaf to my sorrows sad Echo be mute,
But mournfully double the strain.
Go whisper, zephyrs, for Strephon I mourn,
And waken his heart to an equal return.
To soothe my fond bosom, awake my soft lute,
In silence no longer remain;
Nor deaf to my sorrows sad Echo be mute,
But mournfully double the strain.
Go whisper, zephyrs, for Strephon I mourn,
And waken his heart to an equal return.