MUSIC

 

MUSIC 

By HARVEY WORTHINGTON LOOMIS

      ARTHUR EDWARD JOHNSTONE

1.Since first the stars of morning  move

Melodic measures high above, 

And Eden glowed in pristine flow'r, 

Each echoing age its lay has voiced; 

Each clime has harked and glad rejoiced 

To honor heavnly music's pow'r.

2.The viol's plaint, the tinkling lute, 

The sounding brass,the silver flute,

Have blended with the poet's lyre

Till one and all have taken part; 

Thus kindling ev'ry human heart

With noble music's sacred fire.   

3.From long ere David's harp awoke,

Or  sweet Cecilia's message spoke, 

The world has sung its grief and joy; 

So e'er as future eras dawn,

Rich canticles shall woo the morn  

With  harmonies without  alloy. 

   

References:

ART SONGS FOR HIGH SCHOOLS, BY WILL EARHART SUPERVISOR OF MUSIC RICHMOND INDIANA 1910 

When Phyllis went to Town

 

When Phyllis went to Town 

Words & Music by Louise Ayres Garnett 
To Carrie Blair Neeley

1. Phyllis Brown. . . . Went to town. . . .

In a dainty gown, Ο!. .

Winsome air.. . .Golden hair. . . .  

What a picture fair, Ο!. . 

As she glances ;neath her hat .

Ev'ry heart goes pit  a pat, 

And she knows it, (think of that!) 

Phyllis Phyllis Brown Ο! O. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Phyllis Phyllis Brown, O! 

2.Saucy chin. . . Buttoned in. . 

With dimples, 'tis no sin Ο! 

Bonnet strings. .  (Horrid things)

Go sailing just like wings, Ο!  

A youth attempts with  fingers slow 

To tie the ribbons as they blow, 

Takes beau to tie a  bow

Phyllis Phyllis Brown Ο! O. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Phyllis Phyllis Brown, O! 

3. Not a frown Has Phyllis Brown. . 

Coming from the town, Ο!. . 

Air demure. . . Hat secure. . . .  

Now she's caught for sure, Ο!

Though the bow was tied too tight 

She declares it perfect, quite.  

Thus does Cupid prove his might

Phyllis Phyllis Brown Ο! O. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Phyllis Phyllis Brown, O!  

 References:

Ladies' Home Companion

 

  

The Esquimaux Maid

 

The Esquimaux Maid 
A Song for Medium Voice by George Lowell 

Words by William H Gardner 

An Esquimaux maid

In seal skins arrayed,  

Was out giving her reindeers an airing.. . . . . . . 

When a young man polite,

Quickly swung in to sight,

With "Good morning Miss, how are you faring?"   

She glowed like a rose

In her Esquimaux clothes, 

And his heart like a birch tree did flutter. 

"Oh my dear Esquimaux,"

Then he said 

"Do you know 

Youre as  sweet as a pat of gold butter!" 

But stuck to her seat,

Saying "Thank you for thinking 

me nice Sir,-  

But the girls of this clime,

Must be wooed a long time,

For they live in country of ice, Sir!"  

CRADLE SONG

 

CRADLE SONG 

Words by MARGUERITE MERINGTON 
Music by SAFFORD WATERS

Hear the merry spin wheel's song.- Wake!  

Day's begun! . . . .

Thread comes short, and thread comes long 

Spin spinning spun!. . 

Baby wakes and crows with glee,

Spin wheel sings and so sings he. 

"Mm". . . . . . . . . . .

Spin wheel  sings "Mm". . 

Spin wheel sings "Mm!". . . 

God's own angels from a loft 

Down white moon's beam . . .  .

Gently glide and whisper soft, 

In Baby's dream. . . 

Baby smiles, as well he may, 

For he hears the angels say 

"Hush!". . . . . . . . 

Angels say, 

"Hush!". . 

Angels say, 

"Hush!" .

 See the king ride forth at noon,

Heralds on before. . . . 

Life and death are in his boon,

Sweet peace or war. . . .  

Baby  shouts and claps his hands,

He knows what the king commands:

"Br-r!' . . . . . . . . . . .

King commands  Br-r! . . .  

King commands  Br-r! . . . .  

God's own angels from a loft 

Down white moon's beam . . .  .

Gently glide and whisper soft, 

In Baby's dream. . . 

Baby smiles, as well he may, 

For he hears the angels say 

"Hush!". . . . . . . . 

Angels say, 

"Hush!". . 

Angels say, 

"Hush!" .

 

 References:

Ladie's Home Companion 1913

 

Fairy-Tale Tower

 

Fairy-Tale Tower 

Music by Jean MacLardy 

 Words & Decoration Bir John Rae

This is the Tow'r of Fair-y Tales 

where at dusk the door's a-jar;

where at close of day 

when were tired of play 

we gather from near and far; 

where every wonderful tale is told

as we sit in a созу ring  

and where sometimes old tinkeling rhymes

we all of us softly sing. 

or p'raps we sit and just watch the Moon

and it's Light on the far seen sails.

Ah--- Lucky are they who can find the way

品 8 to the Tower of Fairy-- Tales!

References:

Ladie's Home Companion