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Schicksalslied...................................Brahms
Ihr wandelt droben im Licht
Auf weichem Boden selige Genieen!
Glӓnzende Gӧtterlüfte
Rühren Euch leicht,
Wie die Finger der Künstlerin
Heilige Saiten.
Schicksallos, wie der Schlafende
Sӓugling, atmen die Himmlischen;
Keusch bewahrt,
In bescheidener Knospe
Blühet ewig
Ihnen der Geist,
Und die seligen Augen
Blicken in stiller
Ewiger Klarheit
Doch uns ist gegeben
Auf keener Stӓtte zu ruh’n;
Es schwinden, es fallen
Die leidenden Menschen
Blindlings von einer
Stunde zur andern,
Wie Wasser von Klippe
Zu Klippe geworfen
Jahrlang in's Ungewisse hinab.
You walk up there in the light
on soft ground, blessed genie!
Glistening divine breezes
touch you gently,
at the harpist's fingers
touch sacred strings.
The heavenly ones breathe fatelessly,
Like a sleeping infant;
their spirit blooms eternally,
chastely preserved in modest bed
and their blissful eyes
see with tranquil
external clarity.
But on us it has been laid
never to rest in any place:
suffering human beings
dwindle and fall headlong
from one host to the next,
hurled like water from
precipice to precipice
down through the years
into uncertainty.
Picture of Kathleen Moriarty at a piano.
Black and white picture of Kathleen Moriarty from behind a piano.
Picture of Kathleen Moriarty in a parking lot.
Picture of Kathleen Moriarty accompanying the choir.
Picture of Kathleen Moriarty from behind a piano. Caption: an outstanding piano performance by Kathleen Moriarty.
Winner Magic Fingers Award
To Saint Cecilia...........................Dello Joso
From harmony this universal frame began
When Nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,
And could not heave her head.
The Voice of Thunder was heard on high,
"Arise, ache ye more than dead."
These 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 be
From harmony to harmony,
Through all the compass of notes it ran
The diapason closing full in Man.
What passion cannot Music raise or quiet!
When Jabal struck the corded shell
