PROGRAM
University of Georgia University Chorus
Hymne au Soleil Lili Boulanger (1893-1918)
Elizabeth Knight, mezzo-soprano
Vier Quartette, op. 92
O schöne Nacht
Abendlied
Johannes Brahms (1833-1897)
I’ve Been in the Storm Jeffery Ames (b. 1969)
Jay Ivey, baritone
Wake Up, My Spirit Adolphus Hailstork (b. 1941)
Wueliton Zanelatto Dal Pont, double bass
Combined Choirs
Os Justi Anton Bruckner (1824-1896)
Hear My Prayer Moses Hogan (1957-2003)
IV.
III.
I Cannot Dance, O Lord
Text by Mechthild of Magdeburg
I cannot dance, O Lord, unless You lead me. If you wish me to leap joyfully, Let me see you dance and sing!
Then I will leap into Love–And from Love into Knowledge, And from Knowledge into the Harvest, That sweetest Fruit beyond human sense.
Then I will leap into Love, There I will stay with You, Whirling, whirling, whirling.
Tu dorado cabello
Text by unknown author (found in the 16th century Spanish collection Cancionero de Medinaceli)
Tu dorado cabello, zagala mía, Your golden hair, my girl, Me tiene fuerte atado. ties me strongly. Suéltame, pues el alma ya te he dado; Let me go, for I have already given my soul to you. y, si esto no hicieres, And, if you will not, Amor, me quejaré cuán cruel eres. my love, I will complain of your cruelty.
little tree
Text by e. e. cummings
little tree
little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away? see i will comfort you because you smell so sweetly i will kiss your cool bark and hug you safe and tight just as your mother would, only don’t be afraid look the spangles that sleep all the year in a dark box dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine, the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms and i’ll give them all to you to hold. every finger shall have its ring and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy then when you’re quite dressed you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see and how they’ll stare! oh but you’ll be very proud and my little sister and i will take hands and looking up at our beautiful tree we’ll dance and sing “Noel Noel”
Four Russian Peasant Songs
Russian folk songs translated by Veniamin Blokh
No. 1, У спаса в Чигисах
No. 1, By Savior’s Church in Chiagasi
У спаса в Чигисах за Яузою. Славна! Славна! By Savior’s in Chiagasi, beyond Yauza River. Glory!
Живут мужики богатые Славна! Славна!
Гребут золото лопатами Славна! Славна!
There live rich people. Glory!
They scoop up gold with shovels. Glorious!
Чист церебро лукошками Славна! Славна! Славна! They scoop up pure silver with baskets. Glory!
No. 2, Овсен
Овсен, Овсен, Овсен!
No. 2, Ovsen
Ovsen, Ovsen, Ovsen!
Я тетерю гоню. I chase the grouse.
Овсен, Овсен! Полевую гоню.
Овсен, Овсен, Овсен!
Ovsen! The field grouse!
Ovsen, Ovsen, Ovsen!
Она под куст, а я за хвост. Овсен! It’s under a bush, and I grabbed it by the tail. Ovsen!
Мне нашла хвост, ан денег горст, Овсен! I found the tail, and a handful of money! Ovsen!
Овсен, Овсен, Овсен, Овсен!
No. 3, Щука
Щука шла из Новогорода: Слава!
Ovsen, Ovsen, Ovsen, Ovsen!
No. 3, Pike
The pike swam (walked) from Novgorod: Glory!
Она хвост волокла из Белаозера. Слава! It dragged its tail out of the white lake. Glory!
Как у щуки чешуика серебрянная, Слава!
Что серебрянная, позолоченная, Слава!
The pike’s scales are silver. Glory!
Silver, even gilded (made of gold). Glory!
Как у щуки спина жемчугом сплетена. Слава! The pike’s little head is adorned with pearls. Glory!
Как головка у щуки унизанная. Слава!
Она место глаз дорогой алмаз. Слава!
No. 4, пузище
Уж, как вышло пузище на репище.
And in place of eyes are precious diamonds. Glory!
Expensive diamonds… Glory!
No. 4, Huge Belly of Turnips
Oh, how a huge belly came out of the turnip field.
Слава! Слава! Glory! Glory!
Вынесло пузище осмину вшеы.
The huge belly (person) scattered a bushel of fleas! Слава! Слава! Glory! Glory!
Осмину вшеы пол осмины блох, A bushel of fleas…and ants! Слава! Слава! Слава! Слава! Glory! Glory! Glory! Glory!
Missa Saint Sebastião: Kyrie eleison
Text from the Mass Ordinary
Kyrie, eleison. Kyrie, eleison. Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. Christe, eleison. Christe, eleison. Christ, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Kyrie, eleison. Kyrie, eleison. Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.
Still I Rise
Text by Rosephanye Powell
Though I have been wounded, aching heart full of pain. Still I rise, yes, still I rise.
Jus’ like a budding rose, my bloom is nourished by rain. Haven’t time to wonder why, though fearful I strive. My pray’r and faith uphold me ‘til my courage arrives.
Still I rise as an eagle, soaring above ev’ry fear. With each day I succeed, I grow strong an’ believe That it’s all within my reach; I’m reaching for the skies, Bolstered by courage, yes, still I rise. Yes, it’s all within my reach; I’m reaching for the skies, Yes, still I rise.
Gentle as a woman; tender sweet are my sighs. Still I rise, yes, still I rise.
Strength is in my tears and healing rains in my cries. Plunging depths of anguish, I determine to strive. My pray’r and faith uphold me ‘til my courage arrives.
Though you see me slump with heartache; Heart so heavy that it breaks.
Be not deceived I fly on bird’s wings, rising sun, its healing rays. Look at me, you see a woman; Gentle as a butterfly.
But don’t you think, not for one moment, that I’m not strong because I cry.
Der Gondelfahrer (The Gondolier)
Text by Johann Mayrhofer
Es tanzen Mond und Sterne
The moon and stars dance Den flücht’gen Geisterreih’n: their fleeting, ghostly roundelay. Wer wird von Erdensorgen Who will always be overcome Befangen immer sein! by earthly sorrows?
Du kannst in Mondesstrahlen
You can bobble in the moonbeams Nun, meine Barke, wallen; now, my little boat, Und aller Schranken los, and free of all constraints, Wiegt dich des Meeres Schoos. the sea’s bosom rocks you.
Vom Markusturme tönte
The tower of San Marco sounds Der Spruch der Mitternacht: the midnight hour. Sie schlummern friedlich Alle, Everyone sleeps peacefully; Und nur der Schiffer wacht. only the gondolier (boatman) is awake.
Rustics and Fishermen
Text by William Plomer
From fen and meadow
In rushy baskets
They bring ensamples of all they grow.
In earthen dishes
Their deep-sea fishes; Yearly fleeces, Woven, woven, woven baskets; New cream and junkets, And rustic trinkets
On wicker flaskets, Their country largess, the best they know.
A Passer-by
Text by Robert Bridges
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding, Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest? Ah! soon, when Winter has all our vales opprest, When skies are cold and misty, and hail is hurling, Wilt thou glide on the blue Pacific, or rest In a summer haven asleep, thy white sails furling. I there before thee, in the country that well thou knowest, Already arrived am inhaling the odorous air: I watch thee enter unerringly where thou goest, And anchor queen of the strange shipping there, Thy sails for awnings spread, thy masts bare: Nor is aught from the foaming reef to the snow-capp’d grandest Peak, that is over the feathery palms, more fair Than thou, so upright, so stately and still thou standest.
And yet, O splendid ship, unhail’d and nameless, I know not if, aiming a fancy, I rightly divine That thou hast a purpose joyful, a courage blameless, Thy port assured in a happier land than mine. But for all I have given thee, beauty enough is thine, As thou, aslant with trim tackle and shrouding, From the proud nostril curve of a prow’s line In the offing scatterest foam, thy white sails crowding.
In taberna quando sumus
Text from the Codex Buranus of the Benedictine monastery of Benediktbeuern
In taberna quando sumus,
When we are in the tavern, non curamus quid sit humus, we do not think how we will go to dust, sed ad ludum properamus, but we hurry to gamble, cui semper insudamus. which always makes us sweat, Quid agatur in taberna, What happens in the tavern, ubi nummus est pincerna, where money is host, hoc est opus ut queratur, you may well ask, sic quid loquar, audiatur. and hear what I say.
Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt,
Some gamble, some drink, quidam indiscrete vivunt. Some behave loosely, Sed in ludo qui morantur, But of those who gamble, ex his quidam denudantur, some are stripped bare, quidam ibi vestiuntur, some win their clothes here, quidam saccis induuntur. some are dressed in sacks. Ibi nullus timet mortem, Here no-one fears death, sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem: but they throw the dice in the name of Bacchus.:
Primo pro nummata vini
First of all it is to the wine-merchant ex hac bibunt libertini: that the libertines drink, semel bibunt pro captivis, one for the prisoners, post hec bibunt ter pro vivis, three for the living, quater pro Christianis cunctis, four for all Christians, quinquies pro fidelibus defunctis five for the faithful dead. sexies pro sororibus vanis, six for the loose sisters, septies pro militibus silvanis. seven for the footpads in the wood.
Octies pro fratribus perversis, Eight for the errant brethren, nonies pro monachis dispersis, nine for the dispersed monks, decies pro navigantibus, ten for the seamen, undecies pro discordantibus, eleven for the squabblers, duodecies pro penitentibus, twelve for the penitent, tredecies pro iter angentibus. thirteen for the wayfarers. Tam pro papa quam pro rege
To the Pope as to the king bibunt omnes sine lege. they all drink without restraint.
Bibit hera, bibit herus, The mistress drinks, the master drinks, bibit miles, bibit clerus, the soldier drinks, the priest drinks, bibit ille, bibit illa, the man drinks, the woman drinks, bibit servus cum ancilla, the servant drinks with the maid, bibit velox, bibit piger, the swift man drinks, the lazy man drinks, bibit albus, bibit niger, the white man drinks, the black man drinks,
bibit constans, bibit vagus, the settle man drinks, the wanderer drinks, bibit rudis, bibit magus. the stupid man drinks, the wise man drinks.
Bibit pauper et egrotus,
The poor man drinks, the sick man drinks, bibit exul et ignotus, the exile drinks, and the stranger, bibit puer, bibit canus, the boy drinks, the old man drinks, bibit presul et decanus, the bishop drinks, and the deacon, bibit soror, bibit frater, the sister drinks, the brother drinks, bibit anus, bibit mater, the old lady drinks, the mother drinks, bibit iste, bibit ille, this man drinks, that man drinks, bibunt centum, bibunt mille. a hundred drink, a thousand drink.
Parum sexcente nummate
Six hundred pennies would hardly durant cum immoderate suffice, if everyone bibunt omnes sine meta, drinks immoderately and immeasurably. quamvis bibant men te leta,
However much the cheerfully drink sic nos rodunt omnes gentes we are the ones whom everyone scolds, et sic erimus egentes. and thus we are destitute. Qui nos rodunt confundantur May those who slander us be cursed et cum iustis non scribantur. and may their names not be written in the book of the righteous.
Silent Noon
Text by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn hedge. ‘Tis visible silence, still as the hour glass.
Deep in the sunsearched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:So this winged hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
Io, io, io…!
Io, io, io…!
Footprints
Text from A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints that perhaps another, Sailing o’er life’s solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Praise His Name
Text written and adapted by Keith Hampton
Sing till the power of the Lord come down. Shout hallelujah! Praise His Holy name.
Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me, I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see. Must Jesus bear the cross alone and all the world go free, No, there’s a cross for ev’ryone and there’s a cross for me.
Jesus, Jesus how I love Thee!
Shout hallelujah! Praise His Holy name.
Hymne au Soleil
Text by Casimir Delavigne
Du soleil qui renaît bénissons la puissance. Let us bless the power of the reborn sun. Avec tout l’univers célébrons son retour. With all the universe let us celebrate its return. Couronné de splendeur, il se lève, il s’élance. Crowned with splendor, it rises, it soars. Le réveil de la terre est un hymne d’amour. The waking of the earth is a hymn of love. Sept coursiers qu’en partant le Dieu contient à peine, Seven rushing steeds that God scarcely holds back Enflamment l’horizon de leur brûlante haleine. Ignite the horizon with their scorching breath.
O soleil fécond, tu parais!
Oh, vivid sun, you appear! Avec ses champs en fleurs, ses monts, ses bois épais, With fields in bloom, its mountains, its thick forests, La vaste mer de tes feux embrasée, The vast sea set ablaze by your fires, L’univers plus jeune et plus frais, the universe, younger and fresher, Des vapeurs du matin sont brillants de rosée With morning vapors, are glistening with dew.
O schöne Nacht
Text by Georg Friedrich Daumer
O schöne Nacht!
Am Himmel märchenhaft
O lovely night!
In the heavens, the moon gleams magically Erglänzt der Mond in seiner ganzen Pracht; in all its splendour; Um ihn der kleinen Sterne liebliche about it, the sweet comradeship Genossenschaft. of tiny stars.
Es schimmert hell der Tau
The dew glimmers brightly Am grünen Halm; mit Macht on the green blades of grass; with great power, Im Fliederbusche schlägt die Nachtigall; the nightingale sings out in the elder-bush; Der Knabe schleicht zu seiner Liebsten sacht– the young man steals quietly to his sweet heart–O schöne Nacht! O lovely night!
Abendlied
Text by Christian Friedrich Hebbel
Friedlich bekämpfen
Peacefully does night Nacht sich und Tag. struggle with the day: Wie das zu dämpfen, how to muffle it, Wie das zu lösen vermag! how to dissolve it.
Der mich bedrückte,
That which depressed me, Schläfst du schon, Schmerz? are you already asleep, o Pain? Was mich beglückte That which made me happy, Sage, was war’s doch, mein Herz? say, what was it, my heart?
Freude wie Kummer,
Joy, like anguish, Fühl’ ich, zerrann, I feel has melted away, Aber den Schlummer but they have gently Führten sie leise heran. Invoked slumber instead.
Und im Entschweben,
And as I float away, Immer empor, ever skyward, Kommt mir das Leben it occurs to me that life Ganz, wie ein Schlummerlied vor. is just like a lullaby.
I’ve Been in the Storm so Long
Traditional Spiritual
I’ve been in the storm so long, I’ve been in the storm so long children, I’ve been in the storm so long, Oh give me little time to pray.
Oh let me tell my mother how I come along, Give me little time to pray; With a hung down head an’ a achin’ heart, Oh give me little time to pray.
Oh when I get to heaven I’ll walk all about, Give me little time to pray.
Dere’ll be nobody dere to turn me out, Give me little time to pray.
Wake Up, My Spirit
Text from Psalm 57:6-9
Wake up, my spirit! I myself, will waken the dawn, Exalt Yourself above the heavens, O God; and Your glory over all the earth.
Wake up, my spirit, I say, wake up, my spirit. I will sing praise to you among the nations, I will sing melody.
Os justi
Text from Psalm 37:30-31
Os justi meditabitur sapientiam, The mouth of the righteous utters wisdom, et lingua ejus loquetur judicium. and his tongue speaks what is just. Lex Dei ejus in corde ipsius: The law of his God is in his heart; et non supplantabuntur gressus ejus. and his steps will not be impeded. Alleluia. Alleluia.
Hear My Prayer
Text by Moses
Hogan
O Lord, please hear my prayer, In the mornin’ when I rise. It’s your servant bound for glory.
O dear Lord, please hear my prayer.
O Lord, please hear my prayer, Keep me safe within your arms. It’s your servant bound for glory. O dear Lord, please hear my prayer.
When my work on earth is done, And You come to take me home. Just to know I’m bound for glory. And to hear You say well done. Done with sin and sorrow, have mercy.
Amen
Colin Mann, conductor
Matthew Elsey, assistant conductor
Haoying Wu, rehearsal pianist
August Bauer
Lucas Baughcum
Alexander Brainin
West Clayton
Chase Crumbley
Todd Curless
Matthew Elsey
Ronan Gawley
Judah Giedd
Aaron Hardwell
Chris Hickey
Shane McAlister
Connor McAlister
Gabe McBryde
Jack McKinney
Ben McPherson
Ethan Olah
Chance Salter
Jordan Strong
Kenny Tsao
Nathan Vazquez
Lincon Walker
UNIVERSITY OF GEORGIA TREBLE CHOIR
Colin Mann, conductor
Abigail Weller, assistant conductor
Tzu-Wei Wang, rehearsal pianist
Jade Adebomajo
Avery Armour-Epps
Ella Bateman
Julia Beauchamp
Lucy Biemiller
Josie Bowden
Rachel Brody
Logan Broun
Ellie Brown
Ella Rose Buczek
Isabella Castano
Sofia Castillo
Caroline Connors
Madison Fountain
Alice Gardner
Galilea Guevara
Emily Harrell
Kaitlyn Horn
Abigail Hotard
Audrey Hotard
Giavanni Jackson
Lucy Jones
Bella Knight
Livana Lekas
Carter Lyemance
Finn McClelion
Maeva Moorman
Olivia Nespeca
Emaline Newbury
Ava Obermeier
Maggie Parker
Patty Gail Passmore
Penelope Pennington
Kristen Perot
Michele Presley
Brenna Pursley
Amanda Robinson
Kyra Ross
Brianna Sao
Lillian Scharnweber
Katie Scott
Ava Smith
Sabrina Soriano
Kinley Stitt
Thea Valencia
Andrea Vaughan
Maggie Watson
Linda Williams
Abby Weller
Sylveste Zimmermann
Colin Mann, conductor
Katelin Drybrough, administrative coordinators
Christopher Hickey, administrative coordinators
Eva Panagou, rehearsal pianist
Emma Ai
Lily Kate Akins
Marianna Baccus
Andreea Barca
Katie Boyle
Katie Beth Brewer
Kelsey Bridges
Vincent Calia
Julio Canada-Ramos
Graysen Carlsen
Mackenzie Carr
Laila Carter
Jacob Chardos
Shirley Chen
Jayden Chong
Niya Cobb
Nedra Conrad
Chase Crumbley
Ellen Daniel
Grace Deaton
Elle Dignam
Sherry Downey
Paul Downey
Katie Drybrough
Matthew Elsey
Aiden Emanuel
Bobbie Epting
Elaina Ewers
Julia Gardner
Eliza Gavin
Lizzie Gesner
Mitch Gindlesperger
Amanda Grande
Jim Griffin
Dianne Grove
Rob Grove
Emma Grovijohn
Anna Grubbs
Richard Guyton
Kaitlyn Hartman
Rhonda Herring
Chris Herring
Christopher Hickey
Hailey Hilton
Meredith Hoots
Emmi Horlander
Jana Hornsey
Emma Jackson
Giavanni Jackson
Jasmine Jensen
Cole Jones
Gurpreet Kaur
Jacqueline Kerr
Ethan King
Beata Kochut
Adalyn Ledbetter
Beth Lewis
Xiaokai Liu
Ariana Long
Itzel Lopez
Jonah Madaris
Haleh Mahmoudi
Jorjana Marin
Kaitlyn Martin
Jeanne Marie Martineau
Bryson Maycumber
Alexandria McConkey
Mackenzie McCormick
Kathryn Miller
Nico Mirandilla
Emma Sue Mitchell
Claire Murphy
Caitlien Nguyen
Camilla Nivison
Danielle Olivares
Megan Ostrat
Shaoey Pace
Elizabeth Pearce
Alex Porlier
Brenna Pursley
Addie Pursley
Pierce Roberts
Jacklyn Roland
Mason Rountree
Lorena Santos
Sophie Schug
Lilli Sharp
Brynn Spicer
Ethan Stalinescu
Katie Starker
Judson Stricklin
Amber Sugarman
Selina Sun
Emma Thompson
Kenny Tsao
Matthew Turbeville
Maleah Valerius
Sean VanMeter
Charlotte Varnum
Landon Vaughn
Sarah Visser
Tierney Walton
Gary Weed
Abby Weller
Leigh Williams
Kate Williamson
Sandy Woods
Logan Wynns
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