To Musick, Sing!

 

Shake off thy Sloth, my drouzy Soul, awake;

††††††††††††††††††† With Angels sing

††††††††††††††††††† Unto thy King,

††††††††††† And pleasant Musick make;

Thy Lute, thy Harp, or else thy Heart-strings take,

And with thy Musick let thy Sense awake.†††††††††††††††† ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† (from On Christmas Day - Thomas Traherne)

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Awake the Voice! Awake the String!

††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Heart, Eare, and Eye, and every thing

††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Awake!††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† (from A Christmas Caroll, sung to the King in

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† the Presence at White-Hall - Robert Herrick)

And thou, sweet music, dancingís only life,

††††††††††† The earís sole happiness, the airís best speech,

Lodestone of fellowship, charming rod of strife,

††††††††††† The soft mindís paradise, the sick mindís leech,

††††††††††† With thine own tongue thou trees and stones canst teach,

††††††††††††††††††† That when the air doth dance her finest measure,

††††††††††††††††††† Then thou art born, the godsí and menís sweet pleasure.††† (from Orchestra - Sir John Davies)

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Awake the Voice! Awake the String!

††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Heart, Eare, and Eye, and every thing

††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Awake!

 

††††††††††††††††††† Aye, at times on summer evenings,

††††††††††††††††††† It was there for one sweet hour

††††††††††††††††††† That we met for mirth and music,

††††††††††††††††††† On the green beside the bower,†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† ††††††††††††††† Once I had a grey hawk,

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† And a pretty grey hawk,

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† A sweet pretty bird of my own,

††††††††††††††††††† Ere as yet the flitting blackbird

††††††††††††††††††† Stillíd her singing for the night,

††††††††††††††††††† Or the evening shed its dew-drops

††††††††††††††††††† In the lilyís cup of white.††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† But she took a flight,

††††††††††††††††††† By ones or twos, two or one,†††† ††††††††††††††† ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† She flew away quite,

††††††††††††††††††† We sang and playíd our music††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† ††††††††††††††† And there's nobody knows

††††††††††††††††††† Out before the evening sun.††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† ††††††††††††††† Where she's gone, my brave boys.

††††††††††††††††††††††††††† (from Mirth and Music - William Barnes)†††††† †††††† †††††††††††††††††††† (The Grey Hawk - trad. Dorset)

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Awake the Voice! Awake the String!

††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Heart, Eare, and Eye, and every thing

††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Awake!

 

If we moder oure Musyke as the trewe tune is,

In hevyn we shall synge OSANNA IN EXCLESIS.††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† (from The Lekingfelde Proverbs - Anon 16c)

 

To Musick, Sing!

 

© Christopher Brown 2011