“Hope” is the thing with feathers

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Instrumentation: SAB or TBB chorus a cappella, baritone solo, and djembe
Duration: 2’41”
Poet: Emily Dickinson

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Text:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

-Emily Dickinson

This poem is in the public domain.

Warm Summer Sun

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Instrumentation: SATB chorus a cappella
Duration: 2’45”
Poet: Mark Twain

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Text:

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

-Mark Twain

This poem is in the public domain.

Our Land

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Instrumentation: SATB chorus + piano
Duration: 3’30”
Poet: Langston Hughes

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Text:

We should have a land of sun, 
Of gorgeous sun, 
And a land of fragrant water
Where the twilight is a soft bandanna handkerchief
Of rose and gold, 
And not this land
Where life is cold.

We should have a land of trees,
Of tall thick trees,
Bowed down with chattering parrots
Brilliant as the day,
And not this land where birds are gray.

Ah, we should have a land of joy, 
Of love and joy and wine and song, 
And not this land where joy is wrong.

Langston Hughes

This poem is in the public domain.