Roxanna Panufnik - Child of Heaven
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Shedding her light on human habitations this
Child of Heaven hath called us from our slumber;
She who at night-time with her argent lustre
Hath shown herself e’en through the shades of darkness
Dawns, bringing hither, to the man who worships
Glory and power and might and food and vigour
Now for the singer when he sings the praise-song
Even to one like me ye brought aforetime
Shine on us as of old, thou Child of Heaven, on him
Rich Maid! who serves like Bharadvāja
Give to the singеr wealth with noble heroеs
And upon us bestow wide-spreading glory
Child of Heaven hath called us from our slumber;
She who at night-time with her argent lustre
Hath shown herself e’en through the shades of darkness
Dawns, bringing hither, to the man who worships
Glory and power and might and food and vigour
Now for the singer when he sings the praise-song
Even to one like me ye brought aforetime
Shine on us as of old, thou Child of Heaven, on him
Rich Maid! who serves like Bharadvāja
Give to the singеr wealth with noble heroеs
And upon us bestow wide-spreading glory
