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... and Della Joio which showed off our tremendously talented accompanist, Kathy Moriarty, and a diverse sprinkling of "fun" numbers to lighten up spirits. The biggest treat of all, however, was Pappy's own delightful arrangement of Stephen Foster songs -- an audience-pleaser, to be sure! [program text] To Saint Cecilia...................Dello Joio From harmony this universal frame began; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring storms lay, And could not heave her head, The Voice of Thunder was heard on high, "Arise, arise ye more than dead," Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, The elements, they heard from high; And to their stations leap, And Music's power obey. From heavenly harmony this universal frame began; From harmony to harmony. Through all the compass of notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? When Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound: Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat! The soft complaining flute, In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation, Fury, frantic indignation, Depth of pains, and height of passion, For the fair, disdainful dame. But O, what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above. Orpheus could lead the savage race; And trees unrooted left their place, Sequacious of the lyre; But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher: When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appear'd Mistaking Earth for Heaven. As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move, And sung the great Creator's praise To all the Blest above; So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky! INTERMISSION IV Tell Me Where is Fancy Bred.......................Phillips Go 'Way From My Window........................Niles Nightfall in Skye.............................Roberton Great Day..............................arr. Martin V Songs of the Old South....................Foster adapted, edited, and rearranged by Fehr The life of a people is reflected in music and literature of the time. The Stephen Foster songs for this program have been selected for their simple beauty and charm and musical artistry and, as such, vividly reveal in lyrics and musical style that the people portrayed therein are products of their environment. To alter the dialect would delete[?] the songs of some of their authenticity. Most certainly, this was never more clearly seen than by James A. Bland, a black, who composed the state song of Virginia, "Carry Me Back to Ol' Virginie" - using such dialectical terms as "darkies." It is, therefore, hoped that the audience will accept these songs as part of an America which can neither be erased nor denied, for a sensitive understanding of history, past and present, can help create a richer future. 17. If we make a mistake, do not discuss it with anyone who is not connected with the Choir. We will correct mistakes - but let's not have any. [picture - Pappy, Kathy Moriarty, and choir members]