The Republican journal., 1903-07-09

/ flowers. The music or the song was
composed by Isaac Nathan, an English
Jewish composer.
STARS OF THE SUMNER NIGHT.
Stars of the summer night.
Far in your azure deep,
Hide, hide your golden light.
She sleeps.
My lady sleeps.
Sleeps.
Moon of the summer night!
Far down yon western sleeps,
Sink, sink in silver light!
She sleeps.
My lady sleeps.
Sleeps.
Wind of the summer night.
Where yonder woodbine creeps,
Fold. fold thy pnions light.
She sleeps.
My lady sleeps.
Sleeps.
Dreams of the summer night.
Tell her her lover keeps
Watch, while in slumber light
She sleeps.
My lady sleeps.
Sleeps.
This song is from Longfellow's
..Spanish Student" and the air that
goes with it was composed by Alfred ii.
Pease. native of Cleveland, Ohio, the
composer of many fine song tunes and
much operate and orchestral music.
H. w. Longfellow. ''tbe Sweet Poet
of Human Nature" was born in Port
land. Me-. Feb. 27 1907, and died March
"a, 1882. He was for many years pro
fessor of modern languages at Harvard
and during this time many OF his most
noted works appeared.
ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP.
Mrs. Emma Hart Willard, distin-
guished American teacher and author
of a history of the United States, and
other text books, was born in Berlin,
Conn.,, Friday, Feb.23, 1877. She was
founder of a famous school for girls at
Troy. n. y. Dr. John Lord has written
her biography. During the passage home
from Europe in 1882 Mrs. Willard
wrote a song which, among other mem
orable works, aids in carrying hername
into this generation. The melody for it
was written by Joseph Philip Knight,
who taught music in her Troy school.
The words of this noble song are as fol
! lows:
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,
| Law me down in peace to sleep;
Secure rest upon the wave,
For Thou, O Lord! hast pOW'r to save.
know Thou wilt not slight my call,
For Thou dost watch the,sparrow's fall;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rock d in the cradle of the deep,
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep.
And such the trust that still were mine,
Tho stormy winds swept DER the brine;
Or tho the tempest's fiery breath
Rous'd me from sleep to wreck ana death !;
In ocean cave still safe with Thee,
The germ of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rookie in the cradle of the deep;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rock d in the cradle of the deep.
THE SANDS O. DEE.
Charles kingley, al eminent English
preacher. novelist and poet, was born
! in Devonshire, England, June -, 1919.
| For a time he was professor OF modern
history at Cambridge, and resigned to
| become canon of Westminster and
chaplain to the queen. For his devo-
ton to the improvement of the work
ing classes he has been styled 'the
Chartist Parsop.'' Among his well
known works are "Hypatia,' 'West-
ward Ho" and 'Alton Locke 1t was
in the latter novel, written to illustrate
the privations of the working people
in the cities, that appeared the exquisite
song known as ''The Sands o. Dee
The hero says: "After singing two or
three songs, Lillian began lingering the
keys, and struck into an old alr, wild
and plaintive, rising and falling like the
swell of an Aeolian harp upon distant
I ho cold eff I Id
get words for that! What an exquisite
lament somebody might write to it. :"
I,illlan's fancied "wlld air" could hard
ly have been finer or more appropriate
ly set to music than it was by Francis
| Booth. a we'll known English composer,
who wrote music for lyrics by Tenny-
son. Longfellow, Byron and others.
The words of this melody, which relate
the tragic ending of young girl who,
in bringing the cattle home across the
sands, was caught by the sudden flow
of the tide and drowned, are as follows:
O. Mary go and call the cattle home,
| And call the cattle home,
! And call the cattle home
| Across the sands o. Dee.
The Western wind was wild and dank,
The Western wind was wild and dank,
Was wild and dank with foam;
| And all alone went She.
The creeping tide came up along the sand,
And o'er and DER the sand,
And round and round the sand,
AS far as eye could see;
The binding mist came pouring down,
The binding mist came pouring down,
! Came down and hid the land,
And never home came she!
oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair!
A tress O. golden hair.
o. drowned maiden'S hair,
Above the nets at sea?
Was never weed nor fish that shOne,
Was never weed nor fish that shOne,
That ShOne so fair
Among the stakes on Dee
They rowed her in across the rolling foam,
The cruel, crawling foam,
The cruel, hungry foam,
To her grave beside the sea;
But still the bOatmen hear her cal,
But still the boatmen hear her call,
Call the cattle home
Across the sands o. Dee.