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1. Sinfonia 2. Gold Leaves (SATB, opt. soli) Lo! I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold; Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out The year and I are old. In youth I sought the prince of men, Captain in cosmic wars, Our Titan, even the weeds would show Deant, to the stars. But now a great thing in the street Seems any human nod, Where shift in strange democracy The million masks of God. In youth I sought the golden ower Hidden in wood or wold, But I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold. G. K Chesterton (1874-1936) 3. Winter's Cold (SATB, opt. soli) 'Tis winter now; the fallen snow Has left the heavens all coldly clear; Through leaess boughs the sharp winds blow, And all the earth lies dead and drear. And yet God's love is not withdrawn; His life within the keen air breathes; His beauty paints the crimson dawn, And clothes the boughs with glittering wreaths. And though abroad the sharp winds blow, And skies are chill, and frosts are keen, Home closer draws her circle now, And warmer glows her light within. O God! who gives the winter's cold, As well as summer's joyous rays, Us warmly in thy love enfold, And keep us through life's wintry days. Samuel Longfellow (1819-1892) 4. Early Spring (S, opt. solo) Hardness softened. Suddenly, kindness eases the meadows' wintry grey. Small streams alter their song. Tenderness, longingly, reaches toward the earth from space, and paths winding far into the country reveal unexpected yearnings rising to nd expression in the empty trees. Rainer Mairia Rilke (1875-1926) 5. Summer Has Come (SATB, opt. solo) I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will nish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil. Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the owering grove. Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overowing leisure. Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) Decicated to John and Judy Blackman in celbration of 25 years of marriage.
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