by Anne Grant (1755 - 1838)
Sion, the Son of Evan
Language: English
Hear the shuts of Evan's son! See the gallant chase begun! Lo the deer affrighted run Up yon mountain's side. Check your speed, ye timorous deer, Safely rest and cease you fear, Or boldly on your cliffs appear And bear your antlers high! Deep through yonder tangling wood See the felon wolf pursued, Straining hard, and streaming blood, Sion's hounds are nigh! See the woodland savage grim, Boney, gaunt, and large of limb, Furious plunge, and fearless swim O'er the water wide. Hear the woods resounding far, Hark the distant din of war, See th'impatient hunter dare Conway's swelling tide. Evan's son pursues the foe; See his ardent visage glow! Now he speeds the mortal blow, See the savage die! From dusky den and thorny brake, The chiding hounds the echoes wake, The forest's cowering inmates quake, And triumph rends the air. Was ever youth like Evan's son, Was ever course so nobly run? Was ever prize so glorious won, 'Tis Winifred the fair! To hardy deeds and conquering arms, That save the fold from midnight harms, The ancient chief decrees her charms The maid beyond compare!
Authorship:
- by Anne Grant (1755 - 1838) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827), "Sion, the Son of Evan", WoO. 155 (26 Walisische Lieder) no. 1 (1809-10) [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2006-01-11
Line count: 36
Word count: 187