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UMS Concert Program, May 31, 1893: Choral Union Series -- Wm. Yunck

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Season: 1892-1893
Concert: SIXTH
Complete Series: XXIII

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S. Genevra Johnstone Bishop, Soprano, Chicago.
"Miss Frances A. Taylor, Contralto, Ann Arbor.
" MR. Edward C. Towne, Tenor, New York.
IW'R. HeinriCH TWeyn, Baritone, Boston.
MR. Silas R. Mills, Bass, Ann Arbor.
Prof P. R. de Pont, President,
Mr. A. H. Hopkiks, Secretary,
Pbof. L.. D. Winks, Treasurer,
Prof. A. A. Stanley, Conductor.
Mh. Frank Bkiscok. 1st Librarian. ! Mil. C. P. Haselden, 2d Librarian.
Miss A. M. Neumann, Miss Lucy K. Cole,
Miss Lucy E. Textor,
, Mrs. Silas R. Mills,
Mr. R. F. Flintermann,
Mr. Fred A. Sager,
Mr. E. N. Rullock,
])h. Cjias. li. Nanchede.
1813. RICHARD WAGNER. i83.
I. Rienzi, (ism¦' . -¦ . Overture.
ii. Flying Dutchman, iwm ( a. Spinning Chorus. Act! ii. ¦' b. Ballad. ( c. Duet.
Senta, Mrs. Bishop. Mauy, Miss Taylor. Dutchman, Mr. Meyn.
in. Lohengrin, iwi . ¦ .' ' . : . Prelude.
Act. i. Beginning with Scene ii. Act. ii. Scene IV, Elsa's Bridal March. Act. hi. Introduction. Bridal Chorus.
Elsa, Mrs. Bishop. Outkcd, Miss Taylor.
Lohekgrin, Mr. Towne. Feedebick, Mr. Meyn. The King, Mr. Mills.
iv. Meistersinger, (1867) Prelude.
I. RIENZ1, ' Overture.
Spinning Chorus.
Hum, hum, hum, good wheel, be whirling,
CJiiily, gaily, turn thee round! Spin, spin, spin, the threads be twirling.
Turn good wheel with humming sound! My love now sails on distant seas;
His faithful heart for home doth yearn; Couldst thou, good wheel, but give the breeze, My love would soon to me return! Spin, spin, spin we duly. Hum, hum, wheel go truly Tra la ra, la, la. la, hi. la.
All, duly, duly are they spinning,
Each girl a sweetheart would be winniug.
The Maidens.
Dame Mary, hush! for well you know Our song as yet must onward go!
Then sing, yet ply a busy wheel, But wherefore, Senta, art thou still
The Maidens. Hum, hum, hum, etc., etc.
Mary (to Senta).
Thou careless girl! "Wilt thou not spin Thy lover's gift "thou wilt not win.
The Maidens.
She has no need to work as we;
Her lover sails not on the sea;
He brings her game, he brings not gold.
One knows the worth of hunters bold--Ha, ha, ha, etc.
Senta (Starting up angrily.)
Be still with all your foolish jesting! My temper you are bent on testing.
(The, maidens Interrupt hor by sinking as loudly as possible.)
Oh! make an end of all this singing,
Your hum, hum, hum quite tires my ear.
If me you would your way be bringing Provide some better thing to hear.
Much would I rather
Dame Mary sang to us tin1 ballad.
I'd rather not attempt the thing, The Flying Dutchman let him be.
The song I oft have heard you sing,
I'll sing myself.
Hark, then, to me!
A tale of sorrow I select you;
His wretched late, it must affect you.
Mark ye the words!
(Senta,, seated in (-he old arm cliuir.)
Yo-liii-lni! Yo-lio-ho-ho! Yoho!
A ship the restless ocean sweeps; Blood-red her sails and black her masts;
Her spectral captain never sleeps .
But watchful glances round him casts. Hui! The wind is shrill. Yo-ho-hey!
Like an arrow he Hies without aim, without rest, without end. Yet can the spectre seaman be freed from the curse infernal,
Find he a woman on earth who'll pledge him her love eternal. Ah! mightest thon spectral seaman, but find her!
Pray ye thai heaven may suoii
At his need grant him this boon.
Against m tempest's utmost wrath
Around the Cape he oiice would .sail. He curs'd and swore a foolish oath: Befall what may 1 will prevail. Hui! And Satan heard! Yo-ho-hey. He marked his word.
And condemned him I" sail on Ihe sea without aim. without end. Vet this wretched man from his life-long curse may deliver, Would but an angel show him the way his bondage to sever. Ah! mighlesl Mioii. spectral seaman but find it! Pray ye that heav'n may soon At his need-grant him this boon!
He goes on shore when seven years end: A wife he seeks the land around;
But wheresoe'er his steps he bend. For him no faithful wife is found.
Hui! I'nfurl the sails. Yo-ho-hey!
Hui! The anchor weigh:
Faithless love! faithless troth! To the sea without aim, without-(Senta, exhausted, sinks bark in the ehair. The maidens go on softly.) Ah! where is she, to whose loving heart the angel may guide thee; AVhere lingers she, thine own unto death, whatever betide thee
Senta (carried away by a sudden inspiration.)
I am the one, who her love will save thee! O may the angel hither guide thee, Through me may new found joy betide thee.
DUET, "Like to a Vision."
(Daland, Senta's father, has returned bringing the Flying Dutchman as his guest. They have met and are now left alone.)
The Dutchman.
Like lo a vision seen in days long bygone, This maiden's face and form appear,
What I have sought thro' countless years of sorrow,
Am I'at last beholding here. Oft from the depth of darkness gazing upward,
Sore have 1 longed, a love like hers to gain; A beating heart was left me for my torment,
That I might still awake to all my pain. This quenchless flame [ feel within me burning. Can I, unhappy one, love dare call it Ah no! It is but longing for release, That I through such an angel might have peace.
And am I sunk in wondrous dreaming
Is this a vision which 1 see Or am I now set free from long delusion
Has morning truly dawn'd on me See, there he stands, his Face with sorrow clouded,
He tells me all his mingled hope and fear; Is it the voice of sympathy that cheats me
As he has oft in dreams, so stands lie here. The sorrow which within my breast is burning, All! this compassion, what dare I Ui call it! The heart is longing after rest and peace, And thou at last through me shall find release.
(Elsa has been accused of the murder of her brother and enters to meet her accusers in the presence of the king.)
Chokus (all tlie men). Behold! She comes, how grief o'erclouds her! . . ¦ How like an angel oflight her hue!
He who with base'suspicio'n loads her,
Must prove his dark surmise is true. The Kino. Art thou she, Elsa of Brabant
Will thou be deemed by me, thy sovereign lord
Then further I ask thee, if the charge to thee is known, that darkly :¦¦¦ is alleged against thee Canst thou meet the accusation'
Thy guilt dost thou confess Elsa. Oh my poor brother!
The Men. 'Tis: wondrous strange! Her words I cannot fathom! The King. Speak, Elsa, in thy King thou may'st confide! Elsa. Oft when the hours were lonely. I unto Heaven have prayed,
One boon I asked for only, to send the orphans aid;
I prayed in tears and sorrow, with heavy heart and sore,
Hoping a brighter morrow yet was for us in store.
Afar my words were wafted, I dreamt not help was nigh.
But One on high vouchsafed it, while 1 in sleep did lie. The Men. 'Tis passing strange! Wondrous! Or doth she dream The Kino. Elsai defend thyself before thy judge! Elsa. 1 saw in-spleridor shining a Knight of glorious miijn.
On me his eyesincliniiig with tranquil gaze serene;
A horn of gold beside him, he leant upon.his sword,
Thus when lerst espied him 'mid clouds of light he soai-'d;
His words so low and tender brought life renewed to me.
My guardian, my defender, thou shall my champion be! The Mkn. Oh Heaven! in mercy be thou near,
This day make truth from error clear! The King. Frederick, bethink thee while there's time.
Could she enact so foul a crime FliEDEMCK. Her dreamy mood my mind hath ne'er deceived,
Ye hear, she raves about a lover!
I speak the truth, of that I'm well assured.
One do 1 know who can the deed attest.
But if ye doubt my word as knight and noble, no further proof or witness will I deign! For battle here I stand!
Who dares attaint my honor, let that man stand forth and fight! The Men. I am thy friend, T will not fight with thee. Frederick. And thou, my king, recall to thy remembrance the day I
sav'd thee from the murd'rous Dane! The King. 'Twere ill if there were need of that to mind me!
Thou'rt brave and true, all honor's meed be thine,
As guardian of this land, T'd fain appoint thee, thou of my chiefs the noblest.
Heaven alone shall now for life or death decide between you. The Men. A judgment of God! 'Tis well! The King. Answer me noble Count of Telramund!
Wilt thou do battle here for life or death,
Shall Heaven's ordeal decide if thou spoks't truly Frederick. Yea! The King. And now I ask thee Elsa of Brabant;
Wilt thou commit thy cause for life or death.
As Heaven's ordeal pvonounceth by thy champion Elsa. Yea!
The King, Choose one who shall defend thee! Frederick. Now ye shall know the name of her accomplice. Elsa. My guardian, my defender, he shall my champion be!
This is the prize I offer to him whom Heaven shall send:-The lands and crown I prolfer, my sire to me did lend;
As lord I will declare him, and glory in his tame.
Ff in his heart he'll wear me, I'll give him all I am! The Men. A noble prize, who will the victor be
Who will contend what will be Heaven's decree The King. The sun stands high, noon will not tarry.
Call forth the warrior knight with trumpet's call. The Herald. Who will do battle here on life or death for Elsa of
Brabant, let him appear!
The Mun. No champion to the call eomes forth! Frederick. Ye see, what now her cause is worth
Both right and power are justly mine! The Men. Ah hapless maiden hope resign. Elsa. My gracious sov'reigrr let me pray thee
Yet once again my knight to summon,
He dwells afar, and heareth not. The King. Once more then let the call go forth . ' '
Tire 'Herald. Who will-do battle ,herp, etc.
Tue Men. The Heav'ns are silent, she is doomed! . ¦ ...
Elsa. (Sinking on her knees m prc;37)'When in my grief I bent betore thee
Thou sentest him who hath my vow;
Oh Lord, hear me again implore thoe
In my distress, oh send him now!
Stainless ami white, radiantly dight, "
Let me behold that form of light. .
Chobus. (They perceive Lohengrin in a skiff drawn by a swan appeanng in the distance.)
Look! This is sure a marvel! See! a swan!
A fair swan leading yonder pinnace on!
And lo, a knight! a warrior fair, standing on the prow!
His arms resplendent gleam!
A helm of light on his brow!
Look! there! he comes nearer, lie hath gained the shore!
And with a chain of gold the swan he reins!
Lo, he comes! (In great excitement as Lohengrin approaches nearer)
A marvel!
A marvel wrought amongst us, a great unheard of marvel. Full Chorus. All hail thou hero from on high!
Be thou welcome, Heaven hath sent thee here!
Lohengrin. (Standing with one foot on the slwre.) I give thee thanks my faithful swan.
Turn thee again and breast the tide,
Return unto that land of dawn where joyous we did long abide,
Well thy appointed (ask is done! farewell, my trusty swan! Chorus., poth he not seem from heaven descended
His radiant mien holds me enthralled!
.Yalo.ur, and grace in him are blended,
To deeds juf glory he is called. .
Lohengrin. (Making, obeisance to, the king.) Hail, gracious sovereign! Victory and honor be thy valor's meed!
Thy glorious name shall from the land that chose thee ruler, ne'er depart. ..... .
The King. Have thanks! Methinks I know the Power that sent thee here
in this dread hour; On heaven's mission thou art come.
Lohengrin. I c ame for yonder maid to fight, from dark surmise her name to clear, . ,.
Tn combat I rue. to guard her right, who now my proffered vow shall hear. (He turns to Elsa.)
I ask tllee Elsa of Hrubant. if thou the boon to me wilt grant,
As thy champion to fighl thisday. Wilt thou entrust thy cause tome My hope, my solace, hero mini'! Do thou protect me, I am thine! Louknokin. If inthy cause today I conquer,
"Wilt thou enpledge thy faith to me EtjSA. As here I lowly bend before thee
Thine will I now and ever be. Lohengrin. Elsa, if thou thy troth wilt plight me,
Tf from the foe this land I save,
If noii.yhl from mishall disunite thee,
A promise 1 of thee must crave. . ¦
Never, as thou dost love me. . .
Aught shall to question move thee
From whence to thee I came,
Or what my race and name! Lord, nt thy will thou shalt command me! Lohknokin. Elsa! say, dost thou understand me
Never, as thou dost love me, etc. Oil thou! my hero, my defender, '
No doubt of me is in thy heart,
I life and faith to thee surrender.
How could I question what thou art
As thou wilt guard my name and land
Thus will I cherish thy command!
Lohengrin. Elsa, 1 worship thee! ¦¦¦ ¦
Choktjs. Oh sweet enchantment, wondrous love, some magic power my senses sways.
Deep in my heart thy spell I prove, splendor divine about them
plays! Lohengrin. Ye knights, nobles and freemen of this land,
Guiltless and true is Elsa of Brabant!
Thy tale was falsehood, Count of Telramund,
B3' Heaven's assistance all thou shalt recant! Frederick If I must fail, I'll die! .: ,
What spells soe'er have brought thee here,
Stranger, who dost my sword defy, ' " ¦' ¦ !
1 No cause have I thy threats to fear, .-.'... , .-,,.
For all is truth my words imply;
Behold me prepared for the fray,
If right prevails, I'll win the day! Lohengrin. Great sovereign, now ordain the fight! The King. Upon each side three knights the space shall measure.
I here proclaim this place a fenced field. Herald. All here attend and mark me well;
The fight no man shall seek to quell !
Let none within th' enclosure stand;
AVho hinders aught that may befall,
If Freeman straight shall lose his hand,
And his base head shall forfeit the thrall! The Men. The Freeman straight shall lose his hand,
And his base head shall forfeit the thrall! Herald. Mark me, ye combatants of might,
In fair and open quarrel fight!
By magic arts ye shall not win,
That were the judgment to deride !
Prosper as free ye are from sin,
Not in yourselves, in Heaven confide. Lohengrin. Judge me free as I am from sin! Frederick. Not in myself, in Heaven 1 bide! The King. Oh King of Kings, on Thee I call;
Look down on us in this dread hour!
Let him in this ordeal fall
Whom Thou know'st guilty, Lord of power !
To stainless knight give strength and might,
With craven heart the false one smite;
Do Thou, () Lord, to hear us deign,
For all our wisdom is but vain. Elsa, Ortrud, Lohengrin, Frederick, and the King.
Now, Lord, make known thy just decree;
I have no fear, I trust in Thee!
Oh King of Kings, on Thee I call;
Let not my honour tarnished be. Chorus. To stainless knight, etc.
Lohengrin [with the point of his sword on Frederick's breast).
By Heaven's behest to me was vict'ry lent,
Thy life I spare, may'st thou in peace repent! Chorus. Hail! Hail! Hail ! Great herr hail! Oh joy, oh joy, oh that my tongue thy name could praise,
The songs of (he angels for thee I would upraise,
My lord, here I confess.thee, I'll live for thee alone!
Will Iliou divinely bless me, oh take me for thine own! Chows. Intone a lay of pleasure, a loud triumphant measure!
Urea I. be thy fame ! Blest hour that brought thee!
Glorious thy name; base he that fought'thee.
Thou cam'st to save when grief besought thee.
All praise to thee is due. lliv name shall live in story.
Ne'er did a knight so true fulfill the land wilh glory. Lohenghin. Heaven lent me strength to right thee.
That truth might stand confessed:
Hut now I will requite thee
For all thy sorrow past. Oiitrud. Who is't that thus has doomed us
Who brings my power to naught'!
Oh had the earth entombed us
Ere we to shame were brought! Frederick, Woe ! Heaven itself hath doomed me,
And brought, my trusted sword to naught.
Oh earth, hadst. thou entombed me
Ere 1 to this were brought! Chorus. Great be thy fame--long live in glory, etc.
All hail to thee ! Hail! Hail !
Elsa's Bridal March to the Minster. Double Chorus. May every joy attend thee,
Wiio long in grief wert bound; May Heaven its blessing lend thee,
And angels guard thee round! She comes with blushes glowing,
On holy thoughts intent! Thine be bliss o'erllowing-Hail, Elsa of Brabant!
Introduction (Orchestra).
Bridai, Chorus.
Faithful and true, we lead thee forth, Where love triumphant shall crown thee with joy '
Star of renown, flower of the earth,
Blest; be ye both, far from all life's annoy. . ¦
Champion victorious, go thou before:
Maid bright and glorious, go thou before.
Mirth's noisy revel 3re have forsaken,
Tender delights for 3'ou now awaken.
Fragrant abode enshrine ye in bliss,
Splendor and state in joy ye dismiss.
As solemn vows unite ye, we hallow ye to joy !
This hour shall still requite ye, when bliss hath known alloy.
Star of renown, Hower of the earth.
Blest be ve both far from all life's annoy.
MEISTERSINGER, .... Vorspiel.

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