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UMS Concert Program, January 18, 1906: Choral Union Series -- George Hamlin, Tenor

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18
Month
January
Year
1906
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Season: 1905-1906
Concert: THIRD
Complete Series: CXLIII
University Hall

UNIVERSITY MUSICAL SOCIETY
F. W. KELSEY, President A. A. STANLEY, Director
CHORAL UNION SERIES 1905-1906
SEVENTEENTH SEASON THIRD CONCERT
No. CXLIII COMPLETE SERIES
Song Recital
UNIVERSITY HALL, THURSDAY EVENING, JANUARY J 8, J906 AT EIGHT O'CLOCK
GEORGE HAMLIN, Tenor
Assisted by MARIE SCHADE, Pianiste MR. EDWIN SCHNEIDER, Accompanist
PROGRAM
'I ATTEMPT FROM LOVE'S SICKNESS TO FLY,".....................Purceia
'WHERE'ER YOU WALK," .............................................Handel
'O, BID YOUR FAITHFUL ARIEL FLY,"................................Linley
LACHEN UND WEINEN," ) .SchubeM
'NACHT UND TRAUME," j..................................
O ETSTl ]ija OUT )
PROVENCALISCHES LIED, f..................................... CHUMANN
ZUEIGNUNG,
ALLERSEELEN, j
STANDCHEN, ......... ..............Richard Strauss
MORGEN, j
HEIMLICHE AUFFORDERUNG,
STUDY, OP. 10, NO. ii )
NOCTURNE, OP. 9, NO i [..............................................Chopin
BALLADE, OP. 38 )
,. t _. MARIE SCHADE
ON THE HILL, .,, )
AT THE WINDOW, ji'-'-H From Tennyson's Cycle, "The Window,"
GONE, j or the "Song of the Wrens,"..........Sulwvan
MARRIAGE MORNING, J
THE CRYING OF WATER, (Dedicated to Mr. Hamlin,).........CampbEi,i.-Tipton
"GO NOT, HAPPY DAY,".............................................Carl Bush
"RING OUT, WILD BELLS,"............................................ Gounod
The next concert in the Choral Union Series will be a Piano Recital given by
RAOUL PUGNO
FEBRUARY 2, 19 0 6
THE PIANO USED IS A STEINWAY
TEXT OF PROGRAM
"I Attempt from Love's Sickness to Fly" .... Purcell
I attempt from love's sickness to fly in
vain, Since I am myself my own fever and
pain. No more now fond heart with pride
should we swell, Thou canst not raise forces enough to
rebel. For love has more power and less mercy
than fate To make us seek ruin and love those
that hate.
"Where'er You Walk" . Handel
Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan
the glade; Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a
shade. Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers
shall rise And all things flourish where'er you
turn your eyes.
"Lachen und Welnen" (English Version)
Laughing and weeping, unmindful of
season,
Love, and love only, can tell you a reason,
At the dawn, I am gay; But why tears should be flowing When sunset is glowing, I myself cannot say.
"O, Bid Your Faithful Ariel Ply" Linley
O, bid your faithful Ariel fly,
To the farthest Indian sky;
And then at thy afresh command,
I'll traverse o'er the silver sand.
I'll climb the mountain, plunge the deep,
I like mortals never sleep.
I'll do thy task whate'er it be,
Not with ill will but merrily.
Schubert
Laughing and weeping, unmindful of
season,
Love, and love only, can tell you the reason.
Sore I wept as night fell; But the morning thereafter, Why I waken with laughter,
O heart, thou only can'st tell.
"Nacht und Traume" (English Version) .... Schubert
Holy night, thou sinkest o'er us:
Like thy moonbeams gliding over Visions in thy train do hover
Through the tranquil hearts of men.
They rejoice to see them then,
Crying, with awak'ning light, Come again, thou tender night!
Holy dreams of joy, arise before us.
Geisternacht (English Version)
What blows around my temples Like a soft breath of spring,
What plays around my cheeks Like the sweet odors of roses
It is your gentle thought
That comfortingly surrounds me; It is your gentle longing
That cools my temples.
Provencalisches Lied (English Version)
In the valley of Provence Blossomed the Love-Song, Child of Spring and of Love-Charming, fervent companions.
Blooming splendour and sweet voice Had he from his father; Heart's-glow and deep languishing Were his mother's bequest.
Schumann
And what, like the sound of harps,
Around my senses whirs It is my name, which lightly
Strays from your lips.
I feel you near me!
It is your wish, your thought, Which from the distance,
Draws me to your breast.
Schumann
Blessed Valley of Provence Luxuriant were you ever blooming! But your richest blossom Is the gleam of your love-song.
Ye brave bejeweled knights, What a noble choral band! Ye most blessed gentlewomen, How beautifully were you honoured!
O minstrel, noble and glorious, The days of song and love Will I describe for you In bright and happy pictures.
Zuelgnung . . Richard Strauss {English Version.')
Yes, you know, dear soul, That, when far from you, I grieve; Love makes the heart sick-Thanks be to you.
Once I raised, as champion of freedom, High the cup of amethyst, And you blessed the draught-Thanks be to you.
You expelled the evil from it, Until I, unlike my former self, Sank holy, on your heart-Thanks be to you.
Allerseelen . . Richard Strauss (English Version.)
Place on the table the fragrant mignonette,
Bring the last red asters here; And let us once more speak of love As once in May!
Give me your hand that I may secretly
press it, ' And if they see us to me it is all the
same;
Grant me but one of your sweet glances As once in May.
Gay flowers bloom today on every
grave,
One day of the year is to the dead, free; Come to my heart, that I may hold you
again As once in May.
Standchen (English Version) . . . . . Strauss
Open, open, but softly, my child,
That no one from slumber may waken,
Scarcely murmurs the brook, hardly flutters in the breeze
A leaf on the bushes and hedges.
Then softly, my love, that none may bestir,
Lay your hand but softly on the latch.
With a tread like the tread of an elf, so
gentle,
When tripping over the flowers, Fly lightly out into the moonlit night, Slip out to me in the garden. All the flowers are slumbering by the
whispering brook, Shedding fragrance in their sleep; only
love is awake.
Sit down here in the mysterious twilight
Under the linden trees,
The nightingale over our heads shall
Dream of our kisses.
And the rose, when she awakes in the
morning, Shall glow with the thrills of ecstasy of
this night.
Morgen (English Version) ...... Strauss
To-morrow's sun will rise in glory
beaming, And in the pathway that my foot shall
wander, We'll meet, forget the earth, and lost in
dreaming, Let heaven unite a love that earth no
more shall sunder; And towards that shore, its billows
softly flowing,
Our hands entwined, our footsteps slowly wending, Gaze in each other's eyes in love soft
splendor glowing, Mute with tears of joy and bliss ne'er
ending.
Heimliche Aufforderung (English Version)
Upraise the glittering cup to your
mouth, And at this feast of joy drink thy
heart's health; And when you raise it, look stealthily at
me, Then I will smile and silently drink as
you.
And silently as I, watch the crowd Of drunken babblers--despise them not
too much. But lift the sparkling goblet rilled with
wine. And let them enjoy their noisy feast.
Strauss
But when you have enjoyed the meal and quenched your thirst,
Then leave this picture of noisy fellows at their feast,
And wander into the garden to the rosebush;
There will I await you as of yore,
And, before you expect it, will sink upon your breast
And drink your kisses as oft before,
And braid into your hair the rose's splendour.
Oh come, thou wondrous, longed-for night!
Study, Op. 10, No. 11 )
Nocturne, Op 9. No. H . . . . . . . Chopin
Ballade, Op. 38 )
Marie Schade.
On the Hill, ....
The lights and shadows fly!
Yonder it brightens and darkens down
on the plain.
A jewel, a jewel dear to a lover's eye! O is it the brook, or a pool, or her
window-pane, When the winds are up in the morning
Clouds that are racing above,
And winds and lights and shadows that
cannot be still, All running on one way to the home of
my love You are all running on, and I stand on
the slope of the hill, And the winds are up in the morning!
At the Window,
Vine, vine and eglantine, Clasp her window, trail and twine! Rose, rose and clematis, Trail and twine and clasp and kiss, Kiss, kiss; and make her a bower All of flowers, and drop me a flower, Drop me a flower.
SvMvan
Follow, follow the chase!
And my thoughts are as quick and as
quick, ever on, on, on. O lights, are you flying over her sweet
little face And my heart is there before you are
come and gone, When the winds are up in the morning.
Follow them down the slope!
And I follow them down to the windowpane of my dear,
And it brightens and darkens and brightens like my hope,
And it darkens and brightens and darkens like my fear,
And the winds are up in the morning.
Sullivan
Vine, vine and eglantine, Cannot a flower, a flower be mine Rose, rose and clematis, Drop me a flower, a flower to kiss, Kiss, kiss--and out of her bower All of flowers a flower, flower, Dropt a flower.
Gone, . . . . . . . . . . Sullivan
Gone!
Gone 'till the end of the year,
Gone, and the light gone with her and
left me in shadow here! Gone--flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the
sun from the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart and a
storm in the air! Flown to the east or the west, flitted I
know not where! Down in the south is a flash and a
groan: ' She is there! she is there!
Marriage Morning, (English Version) ..... Sullivan
Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun. Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done. O the wood and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet, Stiles where we stayed to be kind,
Meadows in which we met! Light, so low in the vail,
You flash and lighten afar: For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning star. Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood: O lighten into my eyes and my heart,
Into my heart and my blood! Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires O heart are you great enough for love
I have heard of thorns and briers. Over the thorns and briers.
Over the meadows and stiles, Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles.
The Crying of Water,
0, Water, voice of my heart, Crying in the sand, All night long, crying With mournful cry.
. j . CampbellrTipton
O, water, water crying for rest Is it I, is it I All night long, the water Is crying to meAs I lie and listen,
And cannot understand
The voice of my heart in my side,
Or the voice of the sea.
"Go Not Happy Day," .
Go not, happy day, from the shining
fields, Go not, happy day, 'till the maiden
yields.
Rosy is the west, rosy is the south, Roses are her cheeks and a rose her
mouth.
When the happy yes falters from her lips,
Pass and blush the news, o'er the blowing ships
Over blowing seas, over seas at rest
..... Busck
Pass the happy news, blush it thro' the
west, 'Till the red man dance by his red cedar
tree And the red man's babe leaps beyond the
sea.
Blush from west to east, blush from
east to west 'Till the west is east blush it thro' the
west,
Rosy is the west, rosy is the south Roses are her cheeks and a rose her
mouth.
Ring Out Wild Bells
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying1 in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow; The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Gounod
Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
ON THURSDAY, JANUARY 25th
IN THE SCHOOL OF MUSIC
HARP RECITAL
by MISS HELENA STONE
FORMER SOLOIST WITH "THEODORE THOMAS" AND OTHER ORCHESTRAS
ASSISTED BY
MISS LEILA FARLIN, Soprano
ADMISSION 25 CENTS
8:00 O'CLOCK P. M.

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