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Fri<lay Eve., October 18, 1946
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FRANZ RUPP at the Piano

Local Management-John Parker Samuels

PROGRAM
I.
Ardent Longing ---------------------------------- Johann Georg Ahle (1677)
Come Jesus Lord. 0 show Thy face,
Come Thou my Life and Thou my grace;
Thee all my heart belonging!
Where art 'l'hou ibiding, O my light,
vVhen shall Thy face mine eyes delight?
Ah, come and still my longing!
Come, Lord, quickly
Sun all shining,
Love devining
Come with healing,
:\1e Thy peace and rest revealing.

Vieni, Che poi Sereno ----------------------------------- Christoph W. Gluck
Ce>me, for thy love is waiting,
Come I and 'mid ,ioys elating
May glorious dawning find thee
When it doth usher, doth usher in day.
Leave envious rivals -behind thee
Banish all tears and sadness
For thou with joy and gladness
Shalt happy be, happy be alwa<y, Leave way
Come! for thy love is waiting, Come!
Happy thou shalt be, thou &halt be alway.

Odio la Pastorella ----------------------------------- Vincenzo Bellini (1834)
Cured of her love, the shepherd maid
='1 ow hates the rose she once did prize
For she has found that in its shade
Hidden, a serpent lies.

Le Violette ------------------------------------------- Alessandro Scarlatti
Dewy violets in the meadow
Shyly peeping from the shadow
On your tiny stemlets blowing,
Sweetest fragrance round you tlhrowing;
How you chide me for a,mbition
_Striving over my position.

II.
Ein Wanderer

Johannes Brahms

Here, the roads are parting,
Where do they lead'/
M ine is the road of suffering, I am certain.
Wanderers on the road, ask me, where do I go?
No one will understand, when I tell where I feel at home.
Rich or poor soil, d on't you have a place for me?
'I'he place where I will someday be buried,
That is the one I love.
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Unbewegte laue Luft -------------------------------------- Johannes Brahms
Not a breath in heaven stirs.
Not a 1breath in heaven stirs,
Nature slu1111bers soothing· all,
Nature slumbers soothing all;
Nought disturbs the gardens gloom
Save the fountain ' s fitfull fall, save the fountain's fitful] fall.
But witfuin my veins unbidden fires arise of hot desire;
Deep within my pulses hidden
Life akin to Life is clinging.
Hast thou not within the Breast sigh on sigh and ardour springing?
Shall not voices from m .y soul
Find in thine an echo ringing?
Soft a down the Zephyr's train linger not thy floating hither,
Come, 0 come, come, 0 come, that drain we may draughts
of joy divine together.

Auf dem See -------------------------------------------- Johannes Brahms
On the Lake
Blue the water, blue the heaven, vineclad hills that fringe the s'hore,
Far above the snows are driven deep upon the n1ountains hoar,
Troubled hearts, give o'er your sorrow, light and life and Jove abound.
Joy and rest shall come to-n1orro"r, from the Heav'n above around.
Landscapes lit with golden glory lie reflected deep 1below
So reflect in tuneful story all the beauty earth can show.
As the boat is lightly heeling, up and djlwn the clouds are curled,
Sweet the peace of Heav'n is stealing o'·e r the splendour of the world.

Sapphische Ode ------------------- --------------- -------- Johannes Brahms
Roses culled at night from the dark'ning h edgerows
Sweeter than by day all their fragrance were breathing,
Tho' the laden branches were moving above me,
Showers bedewing.
So thy kisses' fragrance as naught has c harmed me,
Kisses c.aug,ht by night from thy lips ' red blossom;
1-"'hou' fro•1n eyes with deep emotion g·lowing,
'rears were flowing.

An die Tauben _______________

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Johannes Brahms

Lovely doves, fly as my messengers,
Tell her, she will trust, that I am lovesick.
You can fly joyfully up and down,
I have to remain far away, always tormented .
A love letter should go to her today.
She shall seek my love there above and below in t'he green meadows,
And when she descends from t•he mountain heights to the lowlands
'l'he sun long vanished, will shine on me again.
Birds, letters, messengers of love,
Songs of sighs, tell her j'Oyfully:
Seek him in the Kingdom of the Dead, darling,
If you come not swiftly.

III.
Aria: Ne me refuse pas, from "Herodiade"
'Venge me now for insult and defiance!
'Tis on thee, for revenge, I place my sole reliance!
Today I went out to the vale,
When a man, scarce covered at all
With threatening voice, !blazing eyes,
Sprang up at my fe et in the path!
As a storm, a whirlwind, might rise,
On me ,he invoked heaven's wrath,
All the while insulting, pursuing!
"Tremb.Je", this to me! Tremble, Jezabel!
For all the evils of they doing!
But God a reck'ning will compel!
Go, for the anger of the prophet,

Jules Massenet

Will soon arouse all nations.
And thou shalt bend thy haughty fore-head
Before their execrations!"
' Tis John ! The Apostle of S'h ame!
The Baptist is his n a m e; an d h as fo unded a sect!
"Tis his head that I do c l a im !
Ah! He1·od ! d o not refuse me this!
Ah, Herod! recollect!
Do not refuse me this! Thou art my wealth!
Did I not leave for thee both my ch ild and m y nation?
Thou art my iife, thou art health, Thou my only relation !
Do not refuse me this.
Ah, call to mind the Tib e r, s had ed with l eafy boughs'
Th e re we lived without co unting hours happily flying,
Kisses tender and true, t'hose were our only vows,
There was no one to see but the waves softly sighing.
And there under the pin es, we would wander by night ,
And tlhe ec hoes awake n , ren1ote and n1ysterious;
Diana would appear, dar ting· arrows of light ,
Filling our deepest h ea rt s with love, happy , delirious!
Ah, Herod! Do not refuse me this!

INTERMISSION

IV.
The Sally Gardens (Irish Tune) _____ ___ _________ ___ Arr. by Benjamin Britten
Down by the Sally gardens my love and I did meet,
She passed the Sally gardens with little snow-white fee t
She bid me tak e love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I tbeing young and foolish with her did not agree.
ln a field by tile river my lov e and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snowwhite hand;
She bid me take life easy as the grass grows on the weirs,
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

A Maiden -------------------------------------------- Christopher Thomas
If I were the velvet rose up on the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window a nd make his casement fin e .
And if I were th e bright-eyed bird that twitters ,on the tree,
All day I'd sing my love for him till he should hark e n me.
But since I am a l\1aiden, I go with do,vncast eyes,
And he will never hear th e songs tha t he has turned to sighs.
And since I am a Maide n, love will never know
That I could kiss him with a m o uth more red than roses blow.

Yarmouth Fair (A Norfolk folk song) ________________ Arr. by Peter Warlock
As I rode down to Yarmouth fair
The birds they sang "Good day, good day"
0, I spide a maid with golden hair awalking along my way
A tidy little maid so trim and fair,
And the birds they sang "Good day, good day".
I said: "My dear, will you rid e with me?"
And the birds they sang "Go on, go on!"
She didn't say "no", and th e birds they sang
"Heigh ho, heigh ho".
I lifted her right on to my mare
O light as a feather was she, I'd never set eyes on a girl so fair
So I kiss' d her bravely one, two, t hree,
Th e n w e rode to Yarmouth past fi e ld and green hedgerow
A nd in our hearts no fr et nor car e
And the birds sang ·'Hullo, hullo".
At the fair the fun was fast a nd free
And the birds they sang " Hurray, hurray " .
The band struck up a lively air, o n fiddle and fif e and drum ,
Th e maid and me we m a de a pair, and we danced to kingdom co m e
Th e lads and lassies c heer"d us on
My bonnie maid and m e
We danced till stars w e r e in the s ky
And the birds they sang· "Goo d-by e, good"bye ,. ,

Summer Night ---------------------- -- ---------------- By Armstrong Gibbs
Moonshine calling faint light from sea-deeps unknown ,
Burns bright in the blo ssomi ng spray of the foam .
Soft winds, myrtle scented, i,oam from c lear stars
Fa1·-flung in the dom e of exq ui s ite blue.
Th e re stirs in the 111 0011 - silv er ed s p ears of the firs
Faint sea murn1ur.
Soft-breathing, the song of the water, weaving
Spells of sweet silence, fills the blue space ' twi xt th e sea and the hills.

When Lights Go Rolling Round the Sky ______________ ________ By John Ireland
When lights go rolling round the sky,
Then up, my heart, then ope-mine eye,
With Molly and Polly and John so j ollyAway, say we, with melancholy, Heigh-hoAnd heigh -ho, For me's no melancholy.
First rolls the sun in rosy morn,
And wheels away what-e'er's forlorn:
Then look I to my Molly,
And, certes, J ohn to Po lly To each the girl, the l ove , the wife,
A rosy morn of rosy life:And so , and so, Oho, Oho,
W 1hen light so ro ll ing round the s k y,
Then up n1y heart , the n ope-n1ine eye,
When moves the early moon a-west,
"\'Ve say the vesper tim e is /best;
And then lead I my Molly,
And cometh John with Polly
To sweet seq u est- e r'd willow s had e,
For such dear g irls and lovers mad e:And so, and so, Oho, Oho.

V.
NEGRO SPIRITUALS
Behold That Star

Arr. by H. T. Burleigh

Beho l d that star! Behold that star up yonder,
It is the star of Beth l eh emTh ere was no ro om found in the I nn,
It is the s t a r of Bethlehem. For
Him who was born free from sin.

'rhe wise men came on fro1n the East,
It is the star of Bethlehem.

T o worship Him th e Prince of Peace,
It is the star of Beth l ehem.
Behold that star! Glory to God world without end.

My Good Lord Done Been Here ------------------------ Arr. by Hall Johnson
M,y good Lord done been h e re,
B l essed my soul an' gone away.
When I g ift up in de h eaven, A n ' my work is d one,
Gwineter set down 'side s ister l\lary,
Gw inete r chatte r wid de darlin' Son, I tell you,
I'm go'n 'ter Ho! ' up d e Baptis' ban'
When I gift up in de h eaven , Gwi n eter jine de Baptis' ban.
Now yo u may be a rich man, White as de drift-in ' s now
But ef yo' soul ain't been co n verte d, st r a ight to hell yo u ' boun' to go .
He's been here Blessed my sou l.

Where Does the Road Lead? ----------------------- Arr. by Delmar Molarsky
Oh Lord, where does the road lead? Oh Lord,
To try to see but a ll I see is darkness, OhLord, where do es the road lead?
I put one Foot before the other,
I stretched o ut my hand t·o see where I am going
And a ll is dark an d cold.
Oh, Lord, how can I go on?
I on l y stumb l e on the road and all is dark and cold.

Soon I Will Be Done --------- --- ---- -------- -------- Arr. by Edward Boatner
Soon I will be d on e a wi' d d e troubl es of the wor ld,
I'm goin' to live with GodI want to meet my brotherI'm goin' to live wi'd God.

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