Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-11-04


The performance in the evening was such
as betitted the occasion. Nothing could have
been arranged with more admirable adapta-
ton, taste, or artistic propriety. Each player
brought out some new power of the organ,
each developed some fresh beauty. The fol-
lowing was the programme
PART l.
l-Ode rccited by Miss CHARLOTTE CUsHMAH.
2-Opening of the Organ, BY HERR FRILDRIcH WALcK-
ER, son Of tue eminent organ builuer, \ Y Walck-
eE Of LndwissOarF, Kingdom Of wurtembergJ
o. Trio Sonata in lat; for two Manuals and Pedal;
By 5SHs K pAE Hr1 6TsaSs AiVs'' nA'n
at the West Church, Boston, aud Musical Instruc-
4-Grand Fugue IA, : minor, Bach.
BY Eugene TnAlER, OF Worcester.
l-Graqd Double Chorus; il led them through the
their enemies, from Israel in Egypt" Handel.
Bv GEORGE W. MORGAN,
organist at Grace Church. New York.
2-iirand Sonata in A, No. 81 Con motto maestoso-An.
dante tranquillo-iusne- maestoso. Mendelssohn.
and Of the daade and Haydn society
SO kGmienta tS n. IN rsrasce y rsestrins
(6) Movement from the Anthem, 80 give thar Ks"
ByDrs P TucKERMAx,
, oo.. organist at st PauI's CHURCH
BY JOHN II WILCOX, '''''N'' ''''
orsanist at the Church of the Immaculate Concepton
by W MORGAN '''
DIR. j. Baxter Upham, president of the Mu.
sic Hall association, at quarter past eight
o'clock, conducted Miss Charlotte Cushman
to the platform Her ent1e was the signal of
general and hearty applause, which she ac-
knowledged with characteristic feeling and
grace. DIR. Uphan then, in a most compli-
mentary manner, introduced Miss Cushman
as native of Boston, and as one who was
most honorabiy associated with art, who then
proceeded to recite the following ode, written
by a lady of Boston for the occasion:-
Listen to the invocation
Now awakng, praisel breaking,
1t shall bear the heart of nation,
Rising in vast cOnvOCatiOn,
Full of honor, iull oil song,
Upward to the Source OF praise where harmonies
belong.
It rises from our city by the fragrant sea,
Where, young, labOriOus, brave and free
She stands in her prosperity,
Our fathers clutched the wild shore stark and cold
Saying, This strand shall be our home,
And let no despot hitler come;
Strong OF purpose, strong of bone,
We Will govern it alone.
Yet Mercy's height our fathers could not gain
NSorperiect Justice did their hearts contain;
They sinned their sins the tale is not untold
And bitterness and arrogance
And willy hate and ignorance
l1eaped their poisoned agony
Upon the young proved colony;
But still the people grew and strengthened as Time
rolled.
The towers rose, the bells were swung
And nlted stone assumed new grace
While up and down the children sung,
Bringing their sunshine to the place
After long years their chidren's children grew
And wandered into foreign lands
And other nations knew
And saw them bound in cold despotic bands,
AT last i'll thankiulness they said,
We will choose from cut our own
Those who early loved and revercnt laid
Their listening ear to the harmonic shell;
Let them seek i'll many an antique town,
10 find in what TeceSSes dwell
Arts diynest melodies,
Voicelcss, shall we as the dead
See the morning spread
Over us her rich surprise?
See the evenings golden tale
Written each floating sail.
And no peoples song arise
Iuuetul for our home. earthly paradise?
W e have slnned, and need psalm tor sadness;
We have jOyed, and should ind voice for gladness
We will build an organ vast,
1T shall sound a noble blast
And wear stately form;
1t shall tell OF mountain streams,
Until we hear their quickly flowing dreams,
Ringing to m"sic for our waking hours
It shall reAearse the tale OF pine-strewed woods,
Until their pciisye moods
Shall haunt the common street with their weird
powers
They who dwell in inland homes
May lear. the murnur of the sea,
Through its tumultuouS tone,
SurSing as VIXEN the north wind comes
After storm, while yet the fierce waves moan,
And drives the herded clouds across the crystal lea
Nature in every form that soothes our pain
Shall come to us again,
As when i'll childhoUd's hours of rest
We lay upon her breast;
The organ then shall lead the curing soul
Onward to worlds where uuheard anthems roll.
III.
Al length the people sought and found
A builder foremost in his art,
W no held his work dear unto his heart
Inc child of his old age.
Tender as a monk OF old
Slipping down the scale of years,
W hO paints his last stroke the enamelled mage.
80 wrought he ON this organ the Free.
AT last the long abOrious hours were told,
Ended their ecsiacies and fears,
Struck by the masters hand, there eaped a sound
From these FRESH wells OF secret melody.
Bring the wood of choicest grain,
Dyed with hdes of richest stain.
Cried the builder Old
And choose Il worthy architect,
Whose eye can skilfuly select
The subtlest curve i'll leaf and branch and wave
Let his Obedient hand engrave
Whatever form his busy thought shall name,
worthy 10 Dhd These silver spires within their
sculptured frame.
Art-brOthers then i'll answering concord came
With fancy glowing in the flame,
And flashing upward to their high intent
The soul OF one an instrument
Where Beauty hand her influence lent,
Until hard lines by him blent,
And futcd columns lightly sent
10 greet the upper air,
Crowned with the forests leafy hair,
Lost in the cOnVuIutiOns of his work,
We seem to hear the sir OF summer wind,
Or rustling birds who lurk
In hidden nests seek, but never find
Another, OF athletic mind,
Brought two strong sons of Atlas, doomed to
stand
Fore yer holding up with strained hand
The world of varied pipes and carvings rare;
Garyatids gloomy proved,
By his power were allowed
Again to leave the silent halls of Greece
Aud listen in their toll to Music's voice of peace.
And many were the figures from his soul
Which fled to form and answered his control;
CHel OF them ALL the master soul of song
Follows with jealous love the keys along.
Last; highest, as if just ALT,
See divine Cecilia sit;
She has found our fair dominions
On her wide melodiOus puions;
From her rapt Tyre it seems she drops
Sweet wandering notes to guide the swelling stops
While circle into circle breaking,
Wider circles still awaking
Every sphere can swinging hear
The ripples of our atmosphere
The growing circles OF our PRAYER;
CirclIng beyond all time, ali place
And breaking with its finite grace
Upon dim shores of GOd's ilIimitable space
While thus with strenuous eagerness thew wrought
Ihither the black winged echoes sailing brought
heavy noise chat quelled each rising thought
wailiug as Of War;
Now near and now a1ar.
Darke ned the StaT-sown armament of Peace
Wherever men should look to find release
Black was the sky, and backer still it grew,
While Faith alone the unread future knew
Still the work was bravely sped
Though in faint souls hope dead
Or distant as murmur from the midnight summer
sea.
Onward surely went the labor,
While the sharpened clash OF sabre
Echoed in the WUrkmen's ear,