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The dawn now scatters the sky, | The dawn now scatters the sky, | ||
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| − | Let | + | Let everything deceitful depart! |
| − | Now may the vanities of night | + | Now may the vanities of night fall away, |
| − | may the mind's | + | may the mind's accusation fall to ruin, |
| − | whatever in the darkness | + | whatever horrid thing (in the darkness) |
| − | + | the night of guilt carries, may it fall, | |
| − | So that | + | So that that final morning, |
| − | which we await prostrate | + | which we await prostrate, |
| − | into | + | may flow forth into light for us, |
| − | while this song | + | while it rattles along in this song. |
Latest revision as of 08:36, 25 May 2013
Aurora iam spargit polum (Saec. VII-VIII)
Meter: 8.8.8.8
Melody: a a a a a ab a a
- File:207 Aurora iam.mp3 H.I, p. 207
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Latinam Aurora iam spargit polum, terris dies illabitur, lucis resultat spiculum: discedat omne lubricum.
mentis reatus subruat, quicquid tenebris horridum nox attulit culpae, cadat,
quod praestolamur cernui, in lucem nobis effluat, dum hoc canore concrepat.
eiusque soli Filio cum Spiritu Paraclito, in sempiterna saecula. Amen.
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English The dawn now scatters the sky, on to the lands the day descends, the light's spike resounds: Let everything deceitful depart!
may the mind's accusation fall to ruin, whatever horrid thing (in the darkness) the night of guilt carries, may it fall,
which we await prostrate, may flow forth into light for us, while it rattles along in this song.
and to His only Son with the Spirit Paraclete, in everlasting ages. Amen.
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