Frederick Delius - Slumber Song

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While infancy dreamed from heaven there teemed
An angel array with song and with
And when he awoke his fond mother caressed him
In joy that he smiled as the bright angels blessed him

To heaven was her prayer mid sorrow and care
Unrestful he slept, in sorrow he wept
A rustling was heard and again she caressed him
In joy that the hovering angels had blessed him

To manhood he grows, the tear again flows
No rest is in sleep, his grief is too deep
The angels desert not, still nearer they press him
And sing "Be at peace" as with slumber they bless him

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Frederick Delius

Frederick Delius (1862-1934) came from a merchant family in England. His musical career began in 1884, when his family sent him to Florida to manage an orange plantation. Instead, he took inspiration from the African-American music he heard and embarked on a career that saw him spend most of his life in France. His music frequently takes on pastoral subjects, influenced by the techniques of Wagner, Grieg, and Debussy.