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The Hill
English source:
Thomas Traherne
Rise, noble soul and come away;
Let us no longer waste the day:
Come let us haste to yonder Hill,
Where pleasures fresh are growing still.
The way at first is rough and steep;
And something hard for to ascend:
But on the top do pleasures keep
And ease and joys do still attend.
Come let us go: and do not fear
The hardest way, while I am near.
My heart with thine shall mingled be;
Thy sorrows mine, my joys with thee.
Rise and come away.
Let us no longer waste the day:
Come let us haste to yonder Hill,
Where pleasures fresh are growing still.
The way at first is rough and steep;
And something hard for to ascend:
But on the top do pleasures keep
And ease and joys do still attend.
Come let us go: and do not fear
The hardest way, while I am near.
My heart with thine shall mingled be;
Thy sorrows mine, my joys with thee.
Rise and come away.
Composer
Elizabeth Maconchy
Study event exploring the life and work of Elizabeth Maconchy. Filmed in March 2022 by TallWall Media. COMPOSER BIOGRAPHY Elizabeth Maconchy was born in Hertfordshire, England, but raised near Dublin, Ireland, before moving to London aged…
