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

Latest revision as of 14:37, 18 July 2015

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

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