Charles Ives - A Christmas Carol
Do we see Thee now?
Do we see Thee shining
O'er the tall trees?
Little Child of Bethlehem!
Do we hear thee in our hearts?
Hear the Angels singing:
Peace on earth, good will to men!
Noel!
O'er the cradle of a King
Hear the Angels sing:
In Excelsis Gloria, Gloria!
From his Father's home on high
Lo! for us He came to die;
Hear the Angels sing:
Venite adoremus Dominum
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Charles Ives - The White Gulls
The white gulls dip and wheel Over waters gray like steel The white gulls call and cry As they spread their wings and fly The white gulls sink to rest On the tides slow
Charles Ives - Two Little Flowers
On sunny days in our backyard Two little flowers are seen One dressed, at times, in brightest pink And one in green The marigold is radiant The rose passing fair; The
Charles Ives - Waltz
Round and round the old dance ground Went the whirling throng Moved with wine and song; Little Annie Rooney (now Mrs. Mooney,) Was as gay as birds in May S'her
Charles Ives - Canon
Oh, the days are gone, when beauty bright My heart's chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn till night Was love, still love New hope may bloom And days may come
Charles Ives - The Love Song of Har Dyal
Alone upon the housetops to the North I turn and watch the lightning in the sky The glamour of thy footsteps in the North Come back to me, Beloved, or I die! Below my feet
Charles Ives - August
For August, be your dwelling thirty towers Within an Alpine valley mountainous Where never the sea-wind may vex your house But clear life separate, like a star, be yours There
Charles Ives - Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea But such a tide as moving seems asleep Too full for
Charles Ives - December
Last, for December, houses on the plain Ground floors to live in, logs heap'd mountain high Carpets stretched and newest games to try Torches lit, and gifts from man to man
Charles Ives - Die Lotosblume
Die Lotosblume ängstigt Sich vor der Sonne Pracht Und mit gesenktem Haupte Erwartet sie träumend die Nacht Der Mond, der ist ihr Buhle Er weckt sie mit seinem Licht
Charles Ives - From "Paracelsus"
For God is glorified in man And to man's glory vowed I soul and limb Yet, constituted thus, and thus endowed, I failed I gazed on power till I grew blind... What wonder if I