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Je ne sais pas! My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky:. So was it when my life began;. So is it now I am a man;. So be it when I shall grow old, or let me die! The child is father of the man;. And I could wish my days. To be bound each to each by natural piety. An old horse unsound, turns the merrygoround,. Some speak of so highly,.

Full fathom five thy father lies,. Of his bones are coral made:. Those are pearls that were his eyes,. Nothing of him that doth fade,. But doth suffer a sea change. Into something rich and strange:. Seanymphs hourly ring his knell. Hark now I hear them,. In the mornin' when I rise,. Give me Jesus! You can have all the world, but Give me Jesus! You can have all the world,. Dora Ohrenstein , soprano,is known for her achievements in performing and building audiences for American vocal repertoire, particularly by living composers.

She was solo vocalist of the internationally acclaimed Philip Glass Ensemble for over 10 years, and has her own touring production called Urban Diva , featuring works written for her by Anthony Davis, Scott Johnson and others. In Ms. A favorite among composers on the "cutting edge," she has had works written for her by such emerging talents as Linda Bouchard, Guy Klucevsek, and Ben Neill.

Since then, he has become increasingly active as solo recitalist and chamber musician, with a particular devotion to the contemporary repertoire. Bush has collaborated with many of today's most outstanding artists in performances throughout North America, Europe, and Japan. He has appeared as guest artist with the Chamber Music Society of Lincoln Center, performs frequently on New York's Bargemusic series, and has been in residence at the Newport Music Festival since He has appeared as soloist with the Houston and Cincinnati symphonies, among others, and was awarded the NEA Solo Recitalists' Fellowship for the season.

Bush is a graduate of the Peabody Conservatory, where he was a student of Leon Fleisher. Mezzo soprano Mary Ann Hart has delighted audiences and critics alike with her performances. She has sung with the New York Philharmonic, the. She is on the faculty of Vassar College.

Out of sight but still in earshot Miss Hart did voice characterizations for the Disney animated film Beauty and the Beast , and has made recordings under the auspices of the Eterna, Arabesque, Telefunken-Decca, Musical Heritage, Chandos, and Nonesuch labels.

Almost from the outset of his career Dennis Helmrich has concentrated on chamber music and the art song literature. A continuing interest in contemporary music has led him to first performances of many American compositions, and to recordings on Orion, Spectrum and Nonesuch.

Paul Sperry is recognized as one of today's outstanding interpreters of American music. Although he is equally at home in a repertoire that extends from Monteverdi opera and the Bach Passions to Britten's War Requiem and hundreds of songs in more than a dozen languages, he brings to American music a conviction and an enthusiasm that has brought it to life for countless listeners.

He loves the songs of Ives and has been singing many of them since he began giving recitals. Irma Vallecillo is that rare pianist who puts a prodigious solo technique and remarkable musical gifts at the service of chamber music. Her repertoire is extensive and spans every style from baroque to contemporary.

She has premiered more than twenty works, and actively enjoys finding out-of-the-way pieces from every period. She has recently joined the faculty of the Hartt School of Music where she is in charge of building a graduate program in piano, chamber music and accompanying. The extraordinary American baritone William Sharp is widely known as a versatile singer who has received the highest critical acclaim for his work in concert, with orchestra, in opera and on recordings.

As a recitalist, he has appeared in major concert halls throughout the country, including the Kennedy Center and Carnegie Hall.

He has sung with orchestras such as the New York Philharmonic, St. Paul Chamber Orchestra. In Mr. Steven Blier enjoys an eminent career as accompanist and musical collaborator.

Blier is founder and co-artistic director of the New York Festival of Song, a recital series featuring new works, standard repertoire and rediscoveries, innovative programs, and many of America's finest singers. A champion of American music, Mr. Blier has premiered works by Aaron Kernis, William Bolcom, Lee Hoiby, John Musto, and many others; his repertoire also includes a solo program of ragtime, blues, and stride piano pieces by composers ranging from Copland to Eubie Blake.

This recording is made possible, in part, by a grant from the National Endowment for the Arts. Recording Date: September , The Innate-4 The Collection-1 Premonitions-3 Grantchester-2 Thoreau-4 West London-1 Serenity-2 On the Counter-3 Hymn-1 August-4 September-2 December-3 Cradle Song-4 From "Paracelsus"-3 Disclosure1 Maple Leaves-2 The Indians-3 Two Slants.

Duty-1 Vita-1 From the "Incantation"-2 An Election-3 At Sea-4 The Last Reader-1 The Greatest Man-3 The Housatonic at Stockbridge-2 Resolution-1 Two Little Flowers-4 Evening-3 Immortality-2 Yellow Leaves-1 Ann Stree-t4 Peaks-1 The White Gulls-4 Majority-2 Remembrance-3 The One Way-1 The Side Show-3 A Sea Dirge-1 In the Mornin'-2 Majority: Gerard Hecht, Second Piano.

Search for:. Charles Ives: Songs Vol. Another short song is Resolution , described by the Ives scholar and performer, John Kirkpatrick, as one of Ives's "visionary songs. Vivian Perlis the innate Voices live in every finite being, Often in divine silence Hear them!

They sense truth deep in all life, They know the things true pilgrims stand for. Come to Him without the things the world brings; Come to Him! Charles Ives the collection Now help us, Lord, Thy yoke to wear, and joy to do Thy will; Each other's burdens gladly bear, and love's sweel law fulfill. O hasten, Lord, the promised days, when all the nations shall rejoice; And Jew and Gentile join in praise, with one united voice!

Kingsley premonitions There's a shadow on the grass that was never there before; and the ripples as they pass whisper of an unseen oar; And the song we knew by rote, seems to falter in the throat, a footfall, scarcely noted, lingers near the open door.

Omens that were once but jest, Now are messengers of Fate; and the blessing held the best cometh not or comes too late. Yet what ever life may lack, not a blown leaf beckons back, Forward! Robert Underwood Johnson grantchester with a quotation from Debussy …would I were in Grantchester, in Grantchester!

Some, it may be, can get in touch with Nature there or Earth or such. A babe was in her arms, and at her side a girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare. Some labouring men, whose work lay somewhere there, Pass'd opposite; She touch'd her girl, who hied across, and begg'd and came back satisfied. Thought I: Above her state this spirit towers; She will not ask of Aliens but of friends, Of sharers in a common human fate.

She turns from the cold succour, which attends the unknown little from the unknowing great, And points us to a better time than ours. O, calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee, the silence of eternity Interpreted by love.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness, till all our strivings cease: Take from our souls the strain and stress, and let our ordered lives confess, the beauty of thy peace. Charles Ives hymn Thou hidden love of God, whose height, whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows, I see from far Thy beauteous light Thy beauteous light; Inly I sigh for Thy repose.

My heart is pained, nor can it be at rest till it find rest in Thee. John Wesley Tersteegen august For August, for August; Be your dwelling thirty towers within An Alpine valley mountainous, Where never the seawind may vex your house but clear life sep'rate, like a star, be yours. There horses shall wait saddled at all hours, That ye may mount at morn or at eve; On each hand either ridge ye shall perceive a mile apart, which soon a good beast scours.

So alway, drawing homewards, ye shall tread your valley parted by a rivulet which day and night shall flow sedate and smooth. There all through noon ye may possess the shade, and there your open purses shall entreat the best of Tuscan cheer to feed your youth. Folgore da San Geminiano trans. Rossetti september And in September, Falcons, astors, merlins sparrowhawks, Decoy birds that lure your game in flocks; and hounds with bells; Crossbows shooting out of sight; Arblasts and javelins; All birds the best to fly; And each to each of you shall be lavish still in gifts; and robbery find no gainsaying; And if you meet with travellers going by, Their purses from your purse's flow shall fill; and Avarice be the only outcast thing!

Rossetti december ? Last, for December, houses on the plain, ground floors to live in, logs heape'd mountain high, carpets stretch'd and newest games to try, torches lit, and gifts from man to man, Your host a drunkard and a Catalan; And whole dead pigs, and cunning cooks to ply each throat with titbits that satisfy! And be your coats well lined and tightly bound, and wrap yourselves in cloaks of strength and weight, With gallant hoods to put your faces through.

And make your game of abject vagabond, abandon'd miserable reprobate misers; don't let them have a chance with you! Rossetti cradle song Hush thee, dear child to slumbers; We will sing softest numbers; Nought thy sleeping encumbers.

Summer is slowly dying; Autumnal winds are sighing; Faded leaflets are flying. Brightly the willows quiver; Peacefully flows the river; So shall love flow forever. Yet, constituted thus, and thus endowed, I failed: I gazed on power, I gazed on power till I grew blind… What wonder if I saw no way to shun despair?

The power I sought seemed God's… …I learned my own deep error; And what proportion love should hold with power in man's right constitution; Always preceding power, And with much power, always, always much more love;… John Browning disclosure Thoughts, which deeply rest at evening, at sunrise gayly thrilled the mind: Songs whose beauty now only lies in memory Youth would sing with rapture, sing from joyous bouyant impulse Knowning naught but he was singing, Thus would God reveal the range of Soul!

Charles Ives the maple leaves October turned my maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers: Soon these will slip from out the twigs' weak hold, Like coins between a dying miser's fingers. Now you're safe, that's the easy way! Robert Underwood Johnson the last reader I sometimes sit beneath a tree and read my own sweet songs; Though naught they may to others be, Each humble prolongs a tone that might have passed away, But for that scarce remembered lay.

They lie upon my pathway bleak, Those flowers that once ran wild, As on a father's careworn cheek The ringlets of his child; The golden mingling with the gray, and stealing half its snows away.

Oliver Wendell Holmes the greatest man My teacher said us boys should write about some great man, so I thought last night 'n thought about heroes and men that had done great things, 'n then I got to thinkin' 'bout my pa; he ain't a hero 'r anything but pshaw! He can ride the wildest hoss 'n find minners near the moss down by the creek; 'n he can swim 'n fish, we ketched five new lights, me 'n him!

Dad's some hunter too Oh, my! Miss Molly Cottontail sure does fly When he tromps through the fields'n brush! Once when I was sick 'n though his hands were rough he rubbed the pain right out. He never cried but once 'n that was when my mother died There're lots o' great men George Washington 'n Lee, but Dad's got 'em all beat holler, seems to me! Anne Collins the housatonic at stockbridge Contented river! From ev'ry dreamy hill what eye but wanders with thee at thy will, Contented river!

And yet overshy To mask thy beauty from the eager eye; Hast thou a thought to hide from field and town? In some deep current of the sunlit brown Ah! I also of much resting have a fear: Let me tomorrow thy companion be, By fall and shallow to the adventurous sea! Robert Underwood Johnson resolution Walking stronger under distant skies, Faith e'en needs to mark the sentimental places; Who can tell where Truth may appear, to guide the journey!

Charles Ives two little flowers and dedicated to them On sunny days in our backyard, Two little flowers are seen, One dressed, at times, in brightest pink and one in green. The marigold is radiant, the rose' passing fair; The violet is ever dear, the orchid, ever rare; There's loveliness in wild flow'rs of field or wide savannah, But fairest, rarest of them all are Edith and Susanna. John Milton immortality Who dares to say the spring is dead, in Autumn's radiant glow!

Who dares to say the rose is dead in winter's sunset snow! If God had meant she were to die, She would not have been. Charles Ives yellow leaves ? Heart shaped yellow leaves on thin brown switches pointing upward like taper flames in windless naves. Yellow leaves among the green like gold coins deep, deep, deep in old fountains. Henry Bellamann ann street Quaint name Ann street. Barnums mob Ann street, far from obsolete.

Ann street, But business, Both feet. Sun just hits Ann street, then it quits Some greet!! Maurice Morris peaks ? Quiet faces, That look in faith On distance, I will come to you And gaze upon that peace. I cannot tell If it be wind you see Across the summer grain Or the shaken agony Of driven seas.

Henry Bellamann the white gulls from the Russian The white gulls dip and wheel Over waters gray like steel. The white gulls call and cry as they spread their wings and fly. The white gulls sink to rest On the tides slow heaving breast. Souls of men that turn and wheel Over waters cold as steel. Souls of men that call and cry As they know not where to fly.

Souls of men that sink to rest On an all receiving breast. Charles Ives majority The Masses! The Masses have toiled, Behold the Works of the World! The Masses are thinking, Whence comes the Thought of the World! The Masses are singing, Whence comes the Art of the World!

The Masses are yearning, Whence comes the Hope of the World. The Masses are dreaming, Whence come the Visions of God! God's in His Heaven, All will be well with the World! Charles Ives remembrance A sound of a distant horn, O'er shadowed lake is borne, my father's song.

Charles Ives the one way ? When we go amarching Down thro' life and the Street, O loud and free must the music be With the tunes to match the feet. Now a softer cadence, Now we change the key, Just to stage a comeback To the main strain of our glee. So if you'd go amarching To Fortune or to Fame, Perhaps the safest way's to play the same old, same old game. Tunes we've often heard before, Snatches of a dozen more, Jingles row on row, When borne upon the ear, They bring a smile or bring a blear, Do re mi fa mi re do.

When we go amarching Down the aisle or the Street, O nice and sweet must the music bleat, With the time to match the feet. Now a softer cadence, Now we change the key, Just to stage a comeback To the nice key of our glee. So if you'd go amarching To Fortune or to Fame, The safest way's to play the same old, same old game. Charles Ives the rainbow so may it be! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days To be bound each to each by natural piety. Charles Ives a sea dirge Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made: Those are pearls that were his eyes, Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea change Into something rich and strange: Seanymphs hourly ring his knell.

Setting lines by the poet in question, Walt Whitman vividly matches the offhand nature of the words with music whose rapid changes of mood seem to have been improvised there and then. In the manner of a parlour song from the period, Waltz sets lines by Michael Nolan likely assisted by the composer that recount a local wedding in dryly humorous and ever so slightly ironic terms.

To verse by John Bowring, Watchman! Taking a short poem by Monica Peveril Turnbull, Ives makes of Where the Eagle Cannot See a song whose content yields much despite or perhaps because of its relative simplicity of manner. Hardly less appealing, Wiegenlied sets verses from the folk anthology Das knaben Wunderhorn and by Georg Scherer in a song whose serenity is at one with its title see also Volume 1, track 16, Naxos 8.

About this Recording 8. When we're through this cursed war, All started by a sneaking gouger, making slaves of men Then let all the people rise, and stand together in brave, kind Humanity.

Most wars are made by small stupid selfish bossing groups while the people have no say. But there'll come a day Hip hip Hooray when they'll smash all dictators to the wall. Then it's build a people's world nation Hooray Ev'ry honest country free to live its own native life.

They will stand for the right, but if it comes to might, They are there, they are there, they are there. Then the people, not just politicians will rule their own lands and lives. Then you'll hear the whole universe shouting the battle cry of Freedom.