Julian Robbins


A stranger here strange things doth meet

A setting of the last stanza of Traherne’s poem The Salutation.

A Stranger here
Strange Things doth meet, Strange Glories See;
Strange Treasures lodg’d in this fair World appear,
Strange all, and New to me.
But that they mine should be, who nothing was,
That Strangest is of all, yet brought to pass.

Recorded: A performance of this work may be heard on the Hereford composers’ website.