Be not afeard!

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.

For a flavour of our chidren’s magnificent work put headphones on and sit awhile to listen

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Posted on 31st March, 2020, updated on 3rd April, 2020