Complete Series: CXXI
UNIVERSITY MUSICAL SOCIETY
F. W. KELSEY, President A. A. STANLEY, Director
1903-CHORAL UNION SERIES-1904
(No. CXXI. Complete Series.)
University Hall, Friday Evening, November 6, 1903
At Eight O'clock
DAVID BISPHAM, Baritone
At the Piano, MR. HAROLD O. SMITH
Nasce al Bosco (from " Ezio") Caro mio ben (arr. by Papini) The Lass with the Delicate Air (arr. by "A. L.")
Ballade des Harfner's
Ich trage meine Minne
Wenn du zu den Blumen gehst i
Auch kleine Dinge )
The Sands o' Dee (Kingsley) ....
O that we two were maying (Kingsley)
When Stars are in the Quiet Skies (Lytton) )
Eldorado (Poe) f
Killiekrankie (Burns) . . . . .
Auf Wiedersehen, (Lowell) ....
Pirate's Song (Stevenson)
At the Piano, MR. HAROLD O. SMITH Steinway Piano Used
Handel Gfiordani Dr. Arm
Fred'k Clay Gounod
H. H. Wetzler
H. F. Gilbert
The next Concert in the Choral Union Series will be given by the Choral Union December 15, 1903, assisted by Miss Jennie Osborn, Soprano
Nasce al Bosco
Recit.-Mad is he who believes in thy favor--unstable Fortune--too much.
Reared amid the rugged wildwood, While another, born to power,
To a shepherd's happy childhood, Still is destined low to cower,
Yet has Fate my course directed; And by fortune fair rejected,
Nations now before me bend ! Toils, a master's herds to tend.
Caro mio ben (Dearest, believe)
Dearest, believe whene'er we part Lonely I grieve in my sad heart; Thy faithful slave, languishing, sighs. Haste then and save him ere he dies.
The lass with the delicate air (arr. by "A. L."
Young Molly, who lives at the foot of the
hill, Whose fame every virgin with envy doth
Of beauty is bless'd with so ample a share, Men call her the lass with the delicate
One evening last May, as I travers'd the
grove, In thoughtless retirement, not dreaming
of love, I chanc'd to espy the gay nymph, I
declare, And really she had a most delicate air.
By a murmuringbrook on a green mossy
bed, A chaplet composing-, the fair one was
laid; Surpris'd and transported, I could not
forbear With, rapture to gaze on her delicate air.
A thousand times o'er I've repeated my suit,
But still the tormentor affects to be mute!
Then tell me, ye swains, who have conquer'd the fair,
How to win the dear lass with the delicate air.
Lonely wanders thy friend in the spring garden, Softly bath'd in the lovely magic light Which through quivering blowing branches trembles, Adelaide!
In the mirroring flood, in the snow of the Alps, In the golden clouds of the sinking day, In the field of the planets beams thine image, Adelaide !
Evening zephyrs in the tender foliage whisper, Silver little May-bells murmer in the grass, Waters gurgle and nightingales warble, Adelaide !
Once, O wonder! upon my grave shall blossom A flow'r from the ashes of my heart! Clearly glitters on ev'ry purple leaflet Adelaide!
Ballad of the Harper...... Schumann
''What notes are those without the wall,
Across the portal sounding Let's have the music in our hall,
Back from its roof resounding." So spoke the king, the henchman flies; His answer heard, the monarch cries :
"Bring in that ancient minstrel."
" Hail, gracious king-each noble knight!
Each lovely dame, I greet you! What glittering stars salute my sight!
What heart unmoved may meet you! Such lordly pomp is not for me, Far other scenes my eyes must see;
Yet deign to list my harping."
The singer turns him to his art,
A thrilling strain he raises; Each warrior hears with glowing heart,
And on his loved one gazes. The king who liked his playing well, Commands, for such a kindly spell,
A golden chain be given him.
"The golden chain give not to me;
The boldest knight may wear it, Who cross'd the battle's purple sea
On lion-breast may bear it; Or let it be the chancellor's prize, Amid his heaps to feast his eyes;
Its yellow glance will please him."
''I singbut as the linnet sings That on the' green bough dwelleth;
A rich reward his music brings As from his throat it swelleth:
Yet might I ask, I'd ask of thine
One sparkling draught of purest wine, To drink it here before you."
He viewed the wine, he quaffed it up: " O draught of sweetest savior!
O happy house where such a cup Is thought a little favour!
If well you fare remember me,
And thank kind Heaven, from envy free, As now for this I thank you."
--Fr. Tlws. CarlyU
Minnelied (Love Song).......Brahms
When my radiant one is nigh, When she roams the meadows,
Sweeter carols sound on high 'Mid the woodland shadows.
When she culls the buds of May-Then are fair the bowers;
Where her tender footsteps stray Brighter bloom the flowers.
Without the world is dead,
I can find no pleasure; Every joy for me is fled
If without my treasure.
Oh, my heart's delight and Queen
Be thou ever near me, Grant me still these joys serene,
In my heart I'll wear thee.
The Monk ......... Meyerbeer
O Father of mercy behold me in sadness
My throbbing heart refuseth all control: Avaunt thee, foul demon, thou driv'st me to madness:
Begone! begone! nor tempt my wavering soul. Pond thoughts of love against my oath rebelling,
Like inward fire my feverish brain consume; Such grievous pain within my bosom swelling,
Soon will consign me to an early tomb.
Holy Father, be near me,
I pray this Thy dear Son to Thee. And in mercy deign to hear me,
Yet, O Lord, Thy will be done.
O fatal day when to the cross I bound me!
Why did my lips repeat the hateful spell! O fatal vow that wove this chain around me,
Away, away! fond nature doth rebel.
In pity then relieve my bosom's anguish,
And break, O break this weary galling chain, Restore me to the joys for which I languish,
Hear me, O Father, when to Thee I complain.
Holy Father, be near me, etc,
Away, away, with the chains that bind me,
Oh, give me life, the world and liberty! From the torrents of joy which surround me
Let me drink to my heart's desire ! Now earthly love casts its spell around me,
Come to me pleasure, my pulses fire! Hither, ye nymphs, in your arms I'll expire.
Give me song, give me life, give me love. To me, to me, to me! Ah, I am accursed! I
Holy Father, be near me, etc.
--From the French of M. C. Patini
Heimliche Erforderung (The Lover's Pledge) . . . Richard Strauss
Up! lift now the sparkling gold cup to the lip and drink! And leave not a drop in the goblet filled full to the brink, And as thou dost pledge me, let thine eyes rest on me, Then I will respond to thy smile and gaze all silent on thee.
Then let thine eyes bright wander around, O'er the comrades gay and merry, Oh do not despise their love;
Nay! lift up the sparkling gold goblet and join the sway, Let them rejoice and be happy this festive day.
Ich trage meine Minne (To none will I my love discover) . Bichard Strauss
To none will I my love e'er discover, Nay, I'll hide it in my heart of hearts
alway, Rejoice that I found thee, darling", my
Thou art my thought in daytime, Thou art my dream at night!
And dark tho' the sky and clouded,
And jet black the night,
Bright as the sun,
My love shall shed golden soft light.
The world its heavy burden of sin and woe Must hide its face from thine, Sweet, thou art as pure as snow.
Allerseelen (All Soul's Day) ..... Bidhard Strauss
Place at my side the purple glowing heather,
The year's last roses, ere they fade away; And let us sit and whisper, love, together, As once in May.
Give me thy hand and let me press it fondly,
Nor heed lest others see, nor what they say, And gaze on me, love, as thou wert wont to fondly, In life's sweet May.
While every grave's aglow with autumn roses,
Come to me, sweet, on this appointed day, And as thy head upon my breast reposes, We'll dream of May.
Saturday, 4 and 8 p. m,, University Hall
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Caecilia ........ Richard Strauss
If you knew what it is to dream Of burning kisses, of wandering, And then resting with your lover
Gazing into each other's eyes, caressing and whispering-If you knew, you would soften your heart.
If you knew what it was to tremble In the lonely night, in the storm's midst, When no one with gentle words Comforts the strife-wearied soul-If you knew, you would come to me.
If you knew wliat it was to live Inspired by God's world-creatingBreath, to soar on high to blessed Heights, born by the light-If you knew, you would dwell with me.
--From tlie German of Heinrich Hart
Dost thou to thy flowers go
Dost thou to thy flowers go Prithee deck theewith the rarest. Nay; but how could that be so, When of flowers thou art fairest All the blossoms know full well, That with thee they may not vie, They must fade before thy spell, Pale and wane when thou art nigh.
To thy flowers, etc.
Roses cannot match thy lips Wreathed with many a honied kiss; For before such charm as this, Theirs must suffer an eclipse.
To thy flowers etc.
--. Douglas Hoare.
Auch kleine Dinge ....... Hugo Wolf
The smallest thing can often cost thee dearest,
The smallest thing' can often most entice. Think on the pearl which thou so gladly wearest,
How small it is, and yet how great the price. Think on the olive, tiny in thine eyes, Yet men esteem it as a worthy prize; Think on the rose, it hath a scent so rare, The smallest blossom doth enrich the air.
--. Douglas Hoare
The sands of Dee .
"O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands of Dee:" The western wind was wild and dank wi'
foam, And all alone went she.
The western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see: The rolling mist came down and hid the
land, And never home came she.
'' Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair-A tress o' golden hair, A drowned maiden's hair, Above the nets at sea" Was never a salmon yet that shone so
fair Among the stakes on Dee.
They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel, crawling foam, The cruel, hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea: But still the boatmen hear her call the
cattle home, Across the sands of Dee !
O that we two were maying .
O that we two were maying
Over the fragrant leas, Like children with young flowers playing
Down the stream of the rich spring breeze.
O that we two sat dreaming
On the sward of some sheep-trimm'd down,
Watchingthe white mist steaming From river and mead and town.
O that we two lay sleeping
Under the churchyard sod, With our limbs at rest in the quiet
earth's breast And our souls at home with God.
--Rev. Charles Kingsley
When stars are in the quiet skies
When stars are in the quiet skies, Then most I pine for thee,
Bend on me then thy tender eyes, As stars look on the sea.
There is an hour when holy dreams Thro' slumbers fairest glide,
And in that mystic hour it seems Thou shouldst be by my side!
My thoughts of thee too sacred are For daylight's common beam,
I can but know thee as my star That shineth as I dream,
Eldorado ......... Clarence Lucas
Gaily bcdight, a gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long singing a song In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old, this knight so bold, And on his heart a shadow Fell, as he found no spot of ground That looked like Eldorado.
And as his strength failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow. "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be, This land of Eldorado"
"Over the mountains, down the valley, The mountains of the moon, the valley of the shadow, Ride, boldly ride;" the shade replied,
"If you seek for Eldorado."
Killiekrankie . . . . . . . . H. H. Wetzhr
Whare hae ye bccu sa.c bia.w lad Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad'-1 Cam ye by Killiekrankie, O!
An ye had been where I hae been, Ye wadna been sae cantie, O! An ye hae seen what I hae seen On the braes o' Killiekrankie, O!
1 iu.uyuL ai land, i faug"ht at sea, At hame I faught my auntie, O! But I met the Deevil an' Dundee On the braes o' Killiekrankie, O !
The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr, An' Clavers got a clankie, O! Or I had fed an Athol gled On the braes o' Killiekrankie, O!
Auf Wiedersehen . . . . . . Max Bendix
The little gate was reached at last,
Half hid in lilacs down the lane, She pushed it wide, and as she past A wistful look she backward cast, And said " Auf Wiederseh'n."
'T is thirteen years, once more I press
The turf that silences the lane; I hear the rustle of her dress, I smell the lilacs, and--ah, yes! I hear " Auf Wiederseh'n."
Sweet piece of bashful maiden art,
The English words seemed too vain, But these they drew us heart to heart, Yet held us tenderly apart,
She said " Auf Wiederseh'n."
--James Russell Lowell.
Pirate's Song........H. F. Gilbert I
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo! ho! ho! and a bottle of rum,
Drink and the devil had done for the rest, Yo! ho! ho! and a bottle of rum.
Hate lies close to the love of gold,
Yo! ho! ho! etc. Dead men's secrets are tardily told,
Dead men only the secret shall keep,
Yo! ho! ho! etc. So bare the knife and plunge it deep,
Yo! ho! ho! etc.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo! ho! ho! etc. Drink and the devil has done for the rest,
Yo! ho! hoijetc.
--Robert Louis Stevenson