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Night	A
PRINCE HENRY wandering alone wrapped in a cloak	B
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Prince Henry Still is the night The sound of feet	C
Has died away from the empty street	C
And like an artisan bending down	D
His head on his anvil the dark town	D
Sleeps with a slumber deep and sweet	C
Sleepless and restless I alone	E
In the dusk and damp of these wails of stone	E
Wander and weep in my remorse	F
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Crier of the dead ringing a bell Wake wake	G
All ye that sleep	H
Pray for the Dead	I
Pray for the Dead	I
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Prince Henry Hark with what accents loud and hoarse	F
This warder on the walls of death	J
Sends forth the challenge of his breath	J
I see the dead that sleep in the grave	K
They rise up and their garments wave	K
Dimly and spectral as they rise	L
With the light of another world in their eyes	L
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Crier of the dead Wake wake	G
All ye that sleep	H
Pray for the Dead	I
Pray for the Dead	I
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Prince Henry Why for the dead who are at rest	M
Pray for the living in whose breast	M
The struggle between right and wrong	N
Is raging terrible and strong	N
As when good angels war with devils	O
This is the Master of the Revels	O
Who at Life's flowing feast proposes	P
The health of absent friends and pledges	P
Not in bright goblets crowned with roses	P
And tinkling as we touch their edges	Q
But with his dismal tinkling bell	R
That mocks and mimics their funeral knell	R
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Crier of the dead Wake wake	G
All ye that sleep	H
Pray for the Dead	I
Pray for the Dead	I
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Prince Henry Wake not beloved be thy sleep	H
Silent as night is and as deep	H
There walks a sentinel at thy gate	S
Whose heart is heavy and desolate	T
And the heavings of whose bosom number	U
The respirations of thy slumber	U
As if some strange mysterious fate	S
Had linked two hearts in one and mine	V
Went madly wheeling about thine	V
Only with wider and wilder sweep	H
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Crier of the dead at a distance Wake wake	G
All ye that sleep	H
Pray for the Dead	I
Pray for the Dead	I
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Prince Henry Lo with what depth of blackness thrown	E
Against the clouds far up the skies	L
The walls of the cathedral rise	L
Like a mysterious grove of stone	E
With fitful lights and shadows bleeding	W
As from behind the moon ascending	W
Lights its dim aisles and paths unknown	E
The wind is rising but the boughs	X
Rise not and fall not with the wind	Y
That through their foliage sobs and soughs	X
Only the cloudy rack behind	Y
Drifting onward wild and ragged	Z
Gives to each spire and buttress jagged	A2
A seeming motion undefined	Y
Below on the square an armed knight	A
Still as a statue and as white	A
Sits on his steed and the moonbeams quiver	U
Upon the points of his armor bright	A
As on the ripples of a river	U
He lifts the visor from his cheek	B2
And beckons and makes as he would speak	B2
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Walter the Minnesinger Friend can you tell me where alight	A
Thuringia's horsemen for the night	A
For I have lingered in the rear	C2
And wander vainly up and down	D
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Prince Henry I am a stranger in the town	D
As thou art but the voice I hear	D2
Is not a stranger to mine ear	D2
Thou art Walter of the Vogelweid	A
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Walter Thou hast guessed rightly and thy name	E2
Is Henry of Hoheneck	B2
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Prince Henry Ay the same	E2
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Walter embracing him Come closer closer to my side	A
What brings thee hither What potent charm	F2
Has drawn thee from thy German farm	F2
Into the old Alsatian city	A
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Prince Henry A tale of wonder and of pity	A
A wretched man almost by stealth	G2
Dragging my body to Salern	D
In the vain hope and search for health	G2
And destined never to return	D
Already thou hast heard the rest	A
But what brings thee thus armed and dight	A
In the equipments of a knight	A
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Walter Dost thou not see upon my breast	A
The cross of the Crusaders shine	D
My pathway leads to Palestine	D
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Prince Henry Ah would that way were also mine	D
O noble poet thou whose heart	A
Is like a nest of singing birds	X
Rocked on the topmost bough of life	H2
Wilt thou too from our sky depart	A
And in the clangor of the strife	H2
Mingle the music of thy words	X
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Walter My hopes are high my heart is proud	A
And like a trumpet long and loud	A
Thither my thoughts all clang and ring	B2
My life is in my hand and lo	I2
I grasp and bend it as a bow	J2
And shoot forth from its trembling string	B2
An arrow that shall be perchance	X
Like the arrow of the Israelite king	B2
Shot from the window toward the east	A
That of the Lord's deliverance	X
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Prince Henry My life alas is what thou seest	A
O enviable fate to be	A
Strong beautiful and armed like thee	A
With lyre and sword with song and steel	K2
A hand to smite a heart to feel	K2
Thy heart thy hand thy lyre thy sword	A
Thou givest all unto thy Lord	A
While I so mean and abject grown	D
Am thinking of myself alone	D
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Walter Be patient Time will reinstate	A
Thy health and fortunes	X
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Prince Henry 'T is too late	A
I cannot strive against my fate	A
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Walter Come with me for my steed is weary	A
Our journey has been long and dreary	A
And dreaming of his stall he dints	X
With his impatient hoofs the flints	X
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Prince Henry aside I am ashamed in my disgrace	X
To look into that noble face	X
To morrow Walter let it be	A
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Walter To morrow at the dawn of day	A
I shall again be on my way	A
Come with me to the hostelry	A
For I have many things to say	A
Our journey into Italy	A
Perchance together we may make	B2
Wilt thou not do it for my sake	B2
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Prince Henry A sick man's pace would but impede	A
Thine eager and impatient speed	A
Besides my pathway leads me round	A
To Hirsehau in the forest's bound	A
Where I assemble man and steed	A
And all things for my journey's need	A
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They go out LUCIFER flying over the city	A
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Sleep sleep O city till the light	A
Wakes you to sin and crime again	D
Whilst on your dreams like dismal rain	D
I scatter downward through the night	A
My maledictions dark and deep	H
I have more martyrs in your walls	X
Than God has and they cannot sleep	H
They are my bondsmen and my thralls	X
Their wretched lives are full of pain	D
Wild agonies of nerve and brain	D
And every heart beat every breath	J
Is a convulsion worse than death	J
Sleep sleep O city though within	D
The circuit of your walls there lies	X
No habitation free from sin	D
And all its nameless miseries	X
The aching heart the aching head	A
Grief for the living and the dead	A
And foul corruption of the time	L2
Disease distress and want and woe	I2
And crimes and passions that may grow	I2
Until they ripen into crime	L2
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SQUARE IN FRONT OF THE CATHEDRAL	M2
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Easter Sunday FRIAR CUTHBERT preaching to the	N2
crowd from a pulpit in the open air PRINCE	X
HENRY and ELSIE crossing the square	A
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Prince Henry This is the day when from the dead	A
Our Lord arose and everywhere	A
Out of their darkness and despair	A
Triumphant over fears and foes	X
The hearts of his disciples rose	X
When to the women standing near	A
The Angel in shining vesture said	A
'The Lord is risen he is not here '	-
And mindful that the day is come	O2
On all the hearths in Christendom	O2
The fires are quenched to be again	D
Rekindled from the sun that high	P2
Is dancing in the cloudless sky	P2
The churches are all decked with flowers	X
The salutations among men	D
Are but the Angel's words divine	D
'Christ is arisen ' and the bells	X
Catch the glad murmur as it swells	X
And chaunt together in their towers	X
All hearts are glad and free from care	A
The faces of the people shine	D
See what a crowd is in the square	A
Gaily and gallantly arrayed	A
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Elsie Let us go back I am afraid	A
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Prince Henry Nay let us mount the church steps here	A
Under the doorway's sacred shadow	I2
We can see all things and be freer	A
From the crowd that madly heaves and presses	X
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Elsie What a gay pageant what bright dresses	X
It looks like a flower besprinkled meadow	I2
What is that yonder on the square	A
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Prince Henry A pulpit in the open air	A
And a Friar who is preaching to the crowd	A
With a voice so deep and clear and loud	A
That if we l	R