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Eight Partsongs, Op. 127: No. 3, When Mary Thro' the Garden Went
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sixteen
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Harry Christophers
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Charles Villiers Stanford
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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Lyrics

Lyrics

When Mary thro' the garden went,
There was no sound of any bird,
And yet, because the night was spent,
The little grasses lightly stirred,
The flowers awoke, the lilies heard.
When Mary thro' the garden went,
The dew lay still on flower and grass,
The waving palms above her sent
Their fragrance out as she did pass.
No light upon their branches was.
When Mary thro' the garden went,
Her eyes, for weeping long, were dim.
The grass beneath her footsteps bent,
The solemn lilies, white and slim,
These also stood and wept for Him.
When Mary thro' the garden went,
She sought, within the garden ground,
One for Whom her heart was rent,
One Who for her sake was bound,
One Who sought and she was found.
Written by: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge, Sir Charles Villiers Stanford

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