A.D. 1919 - Parker, Horatio W.

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⌛ Epoche → 20. Jahrhundert ◈ Genre → Anthem

♯ Tonart E- major

⁄ Taktart 4/4

♬ Besetzung → SATB

◆ Difficulty

Mittelstufe (Mittelstufe II)

↕ Tonumfang B,, – f''''

¶ Sprache → Englisch

Takte 367

Textur Homophon

Stimmen 6

Instrumente SATB, Piano

Seiten 37

CPDL Nr. 48714

Bearbeiter Douglas Walczak

Veröffentlicht 2018-02-06

Lizenz Personal

♫Tonumfänge

SOPRANO

c' – b''

ALTO

A-3 – e''

TENOR

c – A-4

BASS

F-2 – e'

Piano

B,, – F-6

Schlagwörter

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There's a clamour of many voices, There's a murmur of marching feet, And a music that rejoices Where the ranks move down the street; Friends with the heart of strangers, Boys with the eyes of men, Having endured all dangers And so returned again. Therefore with banners burning And cheers that rise and roll Honour to these returning Who saved our honour whole. Kingdoms and Dominations Have owned their fighting worth This common clay of nations Clad in the hue of earth; These common souls and human Who laugh their sins abroad But hide the love of woman And seek the fear of God. Through poison, fire, and prison Unscared, unscathed, they came The sons of Man arisen Against the sons of Shame. What of the many others Forever overseas Lovers and sons and brothers Like these, yet not like these? For two shall have toiled and striven Equal in worst and best. And to one shall be glory given. And to another, rest. For two shall have trod one measure And of one cup drunk deep. And one shall sweet pleasure And one shall have sweet sleep. Look where the soft clouds blossom 0’er the green country-side. And the earth clothes her bosom In beauty as a bride. Can any peace delight them Whose delights rest undone. Of any heaven requite them For this world wooed and won? Filled full and flushed with morning They sang and took the sword The night came without warning, And where is their reward? As a man makes a garden Not for the fruits repaid But only to be warden Of life his hands have made; As a woman bears her children Not that their loves atone. But only to look upon them And know them for her own. O youth foregone, foregoing! O dreams unseen, unsought! God give you joy of knowing What life your death has bought. For our fathers gone before us, That they have not toiled in vain; For the mother hearts that bore us And shall not waste their pain; For the childhood games and laughter And the sorrows that turn their tears to a song in the heart hereafter Unto the end of