Euterpe: A Cantanta Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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ArgumentA
Hail to thee Sound The power of Euterpe in all the scenes of lifeB
in religion in works of charity in soothing troubles by means of musicC
in all humane and high purposes in war in grief in the social circleD
the children s lullaby the dance the ballad in convivialityA
when far from home at evening the whole ending with an allegorical chorusE
rejoicing at the building of a mighty hall erected for the recreationF
of a nation destined to take no inconsiderable part in the future historyG
of the worldA
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OvertureH
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No ChorusE
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All hail to thee Sound Since the timeI
Calliope s son took the lyreJ
And lulled in the heart of their climeI
The demons of darkness and fireH
Since Eurydice s lover brought tearsK
To the eyes of the Princes of NightA
Thou hast been through the world s weary yearsL
A marvellous source of delightA
Yea a marvellous source of delightA
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In the wind in the wave in the fallM
Of the water each note of thine dwellsN
But Euterpe hath gathered from allM
The sweetest to weave into spellsN
She makes a miraculous powerH
Of thee with her magical skillO
And gives us for bounty or dowerP
The accents that soothe us or thrillO
Yea the accents that soothe us or thrillO
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All hail to thee Sound Let us thankQ
The great Giver of light and of lifeB
For the music divine that we ve drankQ
In seasons of peace and of strifeB
Let us gratefully think of the balmI
That falls on humanity tiredA
At the tones of the song or the psalmI
From lips and from fingers inspiredA
Yea from lips and from fingers inspiredA
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No Quartette and ChorusE
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When in her sacred fanesE
God s daughter sweet Religion praysE
Euterpe s holier strainsE
Her thoughts from earth to heaven raiseE
The organ notes sublimeI
Put every worldly dream to flightA
They sanctify the timeI
And fill the place with hallowed lightA
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No Soprano SoloR
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Yea and when that meek eyed maidenF
Men call Charity comes fainS
To raise up spirits ladenF
With bleak poverty and painS
Often in her cause enlistedA
Music softens hearts like stonesE
And the fallen are assistedA
Through Euterpe s wondrous tonesE
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No Orchestral IntermezzoE
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No ChorusE
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Beautiful is Sound devotedA
To all ends humane and highT
And its sweetness never floatedA
Like a thing unheeded byT
Power it has on souls encrustedA
With the selfishness of yearsE
Yea and thousands Mammon rustedA
Hear it feel it leave in tearsE
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No Choral RecitativeT
Men s voices onlyG
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When on the battlefield and in the sightA
Of tens of thousands bent to smite and slayU
Their human brothers how the soldier s heartA
Must leap at sounds of martial music firedA
With all that spirit that the patriot lovesE
Who seeks to win or nobly fall for homeI
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No Triumphal MarchV
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No Funeral ChorusE
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Slowly and mournfully moves a processionF
Wearing the signsE
Of sorrow through loss and it halts like a shadowR
Of death in the pinesE
Come from the fane that is filled with God s presenceE
Sad sounds and deepW
Holy Euterpe she sings of our brotherH
We listen and weepW
Death like the Angel that passed over EgyptA
Struck at us soreX
Never again shall we turn at our loved one sE
Step at the doorX
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No ChorusE
Soprano voices onlyG
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But passing from sorrow the spiritA
Of Music a glory doth roveT
Where it lightens the features of beautyG
And burns through the accents of loveT
The passionate accents of loveT
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No Lullaby Song ContraltoG
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The night shades gather and the seaG
Sends up a sound sonorous deepW
The plover s wail comes down the leaG
By slope and vale the vapours weepW
And dew is on the treeG
And now where homesteads beG
The children fall asleepW
AsleepW
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A low voiced wind amongst the leavesE
The sighing leaves that mourn the SpringY
Like some lone spirit flits and grievesE
And grieves and flits on fitful wingY
But where Song is a guestG
A lulling dreamy thingY
The children fall to restG
To restG
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No Waltz ChorusE
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When the summer moon is beamingY
On the stirless waters dreamingY
And the keen grey summits gleamingY
Through a silver starry hazeE
In our homes to strains entrancingY
To the steps the quickly glancingY
Steps of youths and maidens dancingY
Maidens light of foot as faysE
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Then the waltz whose rhythmic pacesE
Make melodious happy placesE
Brings a brightness to young facesE
Brings a sweetness to the eyesE
Sounds that move us like enthrallingY
Accents where the runnel fallingY
Sends out flute like voices callingY
Where the sweet wild moss bed liesE
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No Ballad TenorH
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When twilight glides with ghostly treadG
Across the western heightsE
And in the east the hills are redG
With sunset s fading lightsE
Then music floats from cot and hallM
Where social circles metG
By sweet Euterpe held in thrallM
Their daily cares forgetG
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What joy it is to watch the shineZ
That hallows beauty s faceE
When woman sings the strains divineZ
Whose passion floods the placeE
Then how the thoughts and feelings roveT
At song s inspiring breathA2
In homes made beautiful by loveT
Or sanctified by deathA2
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What visions come what dreams ariseE
What Edens youth will limnZ
When leaning over her whose eyesE
Have sweetened life for himI
For while she sings and while she playsE
And while her voice is lowR
His fancy paints diviner daysE
Than any we can knowR
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No Drinking SongY
Men s voices onlyG
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But hurrah for the table that heavily groansE
With the good things that keep in the lifeT
When we sing and we dance and we drink to the tonesE
That are masculine thorough and blitheB2
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Good luck to us all Over walnuts and wineZ
We hear the rare songs that we knowR
Are as brimful of mirth as the spring is of shineZ
And as healthy and hearty we trowR
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Then our glasses we charge to the ring of the staveT
That the flush to our faces doth sendG
For though life is a thing that winds up with the graveT
We ll be jolly my boys to the endG
Hurrah HurrahC2
Yes jolly my boys to the endG
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No Recitative BassE
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When far from friends and home and all the thingsE
That bind a man to life how dear to himI
Is any old familiar sound that takesE
Him back to spots where Love and HopeD2
In past days used to wander hand in handG
Across high flowered meadows and the pathsE
Whose borders shared the beauty of the springY
And borrowed splendour from autumnal sunsE
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No ChorusE
The voices accompanied only by theE2
violins playing Home Sweet HomeI
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Then at sea or in wild woodG
Then ashore or afloatG
All the scenes of his childhoodG
Come back at a noteG
At the turn of a balladG
At the tones of a songY
Cometh Memory pallidG
And speechless so longY
And she points with her fingerH
To phantom like yearsE
And loveth to lingerH
In silence in tearsE
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No Solo BassE
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In the yellow flame of evening sounds of music come and goR
Through the noises of the river and the drifting of the snowR
In the yellow flame of evening at the setting of the dayG
Sounds that lighten fall and lighten flicker faint and fade awayG
What they are behold we know not but their honey slakes and slaysE
Half the want which whitens manhood in the stress of alien daysE
Even as a wondrous woman struck with love and great desireH
Hast thou been to us EUTERPE half of tears and half of fireH
But thy joy is swift and fitful and a subtle sense of painZ
Sighs through thy melodious breathings takes the rapture from thy strainZ
In the yellow flame of evening sounds of music come and goR
Through the noises of the river and the drifting of the snowR
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No Recitative SopranoR
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And thus it is that Music manifoldG
In fanes in Passion s sanctuaries or whereF2
The social feast is held is still the powerH
That bindeth heart to heart and whether GriefT
Or Love or Pleasure form the link we knowR
Tis still a bond that makes HumanityG
That wearied entity a single wholeG2
And soothes the trouble of the heart bereavedG
And lulls the beatings in the breast that yearnsE
And gives more gladness to the gladdest thingsE
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No Finale ChorusE
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Now a vision comesE

Henry Kendall



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