Пёрселл Генри - The Blessed Virgin's Expostulation (c-minor) - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Tell me, some pitying angel tell, quickly say, 
 Where does my soul's sweet darling stay?
 In tiger's, or more cruel Herod's way?
 O! rather let his little footsteps press 
 Unregarded through the wilderness, 
 Where milder savages resort: 
 The desert's safer than a tyrant's court.
 Why, fairest object of my love, 
 Why dost thou from my longing eyes remove?
 Was it a waking dream that did foretell 
 Thy wondrous birth? no vision from above?
 Where's Gabriel now that visited my cell?
 I call Gabriel, he comes not; flatt'ring hopes, farewell.
 
 Me Judah's daughters once caress'd,
 Call'd me of mothers the most bless'd;
 Now fatal change of mothers most distress'd.
 How shall my soul its motions guide, 
 How shall I stem various tide, 
 Whilst faith and doubt my lab'ring thoughts divide?
 For whilst of thy dear sight beguil'd, 
 I trust the God, but oh!
 I fear the child.