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by Ars Arvole

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released August 16, 2017


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Track Name: Lady Liberty's Request (SATB choir)
The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus (1883)

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Track Name: Village Preacher (SATB choir) - MIDI
excerpt from The Deserted Village by Oliver Goldsmith (1770)

Careless their merits, or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
And even his failings leaned to Virtue's side;
But in his duty prompt at every call,
He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all.
And, as a bird each fond endearment tries,
To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies;
He tried each art, reproved each dull delay,
Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Track Name: Hold Love, Be Light (SATB choir) - MIDI
Hold Love, Be Light by Krystal J. Folkestad Grant

When the darkness deepens, hold love.
When the dark is deepest, be light.
Track Name: If Any Ask (soprano, piano)
Text by Emily Dickinson (1890)

The Murmur of a Bee
A Witchcraft — yieldeth me —
If any ask me why —
'Twere easier to die —
Than tell —

The Red upon the Hill
Taketh away my will —
If anybody sneer —
Take care — for God is here —
That's all.

The breaking of the day
Addeth to my Degree —
If any ask me how —
Artist — who drew me so —
Must tell!
Track Name: Too Little for Thy Praise (SSA choir)
Text from Hymns and Homilies of Ephraim the Syrian, trans. Rev. James Barmby (1898)
The sound of all mouths, is too little for Thy praise: for lo! in the hour when our light was smoking, and was at the point to be quenched... of a sudden it awoke and shone! Who has seen these two marvels, that for him whose hope was cut off, hope has sprung up and increased; the hour of mourning has been turned into good tidings?

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