Thomas Hardy - Barthelemon At Vauxhall lyrics

Francois Hippolite Barthelemon, first-fiddler at Vauxhall Gardens, composed what was probably the most popular morning hymn-tune ever written. It was formerly sung, full-voiced, every Sunday in most churches, to Bishop Ken's words, but is now seldom heard. He said: 'Awake my soul, and with the sun,' . . . And paused upon the bridge, his eyes due east, Where was emerging like a full-robed priest The irradiate globe that vouched the dark as done. It lit his face-the weary face of one Who in the adjacent gardens charged his string, Nightly, with many a tuneful tender thing, Till stars were weak, and dancing hours outrun. And then were threads of matin music spun In trial tones as he pursued his way: 'This is a morn,' he murmured, 'well begun: This strain to Ken will count when I am clay!' And count it did; till, caught by echoing lyres, It spread to galleried naves and mighty quires.