Symphony of light and shadow - de Lange, Huub

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"10 parts"

◈ Genre → Symphonies ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments Orchestra

Pages 8

CPDL # 34728

Editor Huub de Lange

Posted 2015-03-20

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

Part 2: The Little Black Boy (William Blake) My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but oh! my soul is white. White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree, And, sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And pointing to the east began to say: "Look on the rising sun, -there God does live And gives his light, and gives his heat away; And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday. And we are put on earth a little space That we may learn to bear the beams of love; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove. For when our souls have learned the heat to bear The cloud will vanish, we shall hear his voice Saying: `Come out from the grove, my love and care, And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice!' " Thus did my mother say, and kissed me; And thus I say to little English boy: When I from black and he from white cloud free, And round the tent of God like lambs we joy, I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear To lean in joy upon our father's knee; And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair, And be like him, and he will then love me. Part 3: The Beautiful Changes (Richard Wilbur) One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides So from the walker, it turns Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes. The beautiful changes as a forest is changed By a chameleon's tuning his skin to it; As a mantis, arranged On a green leaf, grows Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves Any greenness is greener than anyone knows. Your hands hold roses always in a way that says They are not only yours; the beautiful changes In such kind ways, Wishing ever to sunder Things and Thing's selves for a second finding, to lose For a moment all that it touches back to wonde