Charles Ives - Majority
Behold the works of the World!
The Masses are thinking
Whence comes the thought of the World!
The Masses are singing
Whence comes the Art of the World!
The Masses are yearning
Whence comes the hope of the World
The Masses are dreaming
Whence comes the visions of God!
God's in His Heaven
All will be well with the World!
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Charles Ives - Charlie Rutlage
Another good cowpuncher has gone to meet his fate I hope he'll find a resting place, within the golden gate Another place is vacant on the ranch of the X I T 'Twill be hard to
Charles Ives - Lincoln the Great Commoner
And so he came from the prairie cabin to the Capitol One fair ideal led our chieftain on He built the rail pile as he built the State The conscience testing every stroke To make
Charles Ives - The Housatonic at Stockbridge
Contented river! In thy dreamy realm The cloudy willow and the plumy elm: Thou beautiful! From ev'ry dreamy hill What eye but wanders with thee at thy will Contented
Charles Ives - The Greatest Man
My teacher said us boys should write About some great man, so I thought last night 'n thought about heroes and men That had done great things 'n then I got to thinkin'
Charles Ives - Nov. 2, 1920
"It strikes me that some men and women got tired of a big job; But, over there our men did not quit They fought and died that better things might be! Perhaps some who stayed at
Charles Ives - Premonitions
There's a shadow on the grass That was never there before And the ripples as they pass Whisper of an unseen oar; And the song we knew by rote Seems to falter in the
Charles Ives - From "The Swimmers"
Then the swift plunge into the cool green dark The windy waters rushing past me, through me; Filled with the sense of some heroic lark Exulting in a vigor clean and roomy Swiftly
Charles Ives - Cradle-Song
Hush thee, dear child to slumbers; We will sing softest numbers; Nought thy sleeping encumbers Summer is slowly dying; Autumnal winds are sighing; Faded leaflets are
Charles Ives - The Camp-Meeting
Across the summer meadows fair There comes a song of fervent prayer; It rises radiantly o'er the world Exulting, exulting, in the power of God! Exalting Faith in life above
Charles Ives - In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow; Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard amidst the guns below