SERENITY, BEAUTY, LOVE. The requirements are: Second-Effusive utterance. The pleasant effect produced by this combination was called by the ancients, the “Silvery tone." The quietude and delicacy of this class of selections demand especial care in securing a pure, musical and effusive quality of voice. The more pure, gentle and continuous the tones can be made, the more effective and pleasant will be the results of the reading. To secure high pitch, let the voice ascend the musical scale three or four notes, beginning with the pitch of ordinary conversation. SELECTIONS OF SERENITY, BEAUTY, LOVE. ENDYMION. The rising moon has hid the stars; Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between. And silver white the river gleams, Had dropt her silver bow On such a tranquil night as this, When sleeping in the grove, Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought, It comes, the beautiful, the free, In silence and alone To seek the elected one. It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep, Of him, who slumbering lies. O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! No one is so accursed by fate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds, as if with unseen wings, "Where hast thou stayed so long!" Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE BELLS OF SHANDON. With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, Their magic spells. On this I ponder Sweet Cork, of thee,— I've heard bells chiming Cathedral shrine, Spoke naught like thine. For memory, dwelling Of the river Lee. I've heard bells tolling From the Vatican,— But thy sounds were sweeter Flings o'er the Tiber, Oh! the bells of Shandon Of the river Lee. There's a bell in Moscow; In St. Sophia The Turkman gets, And loud in air Calls men to prayer, From the tapering summit Such empty phantom The pleasant waters Of the river Lee. Francis Mahony. MARY DONNELLY. O lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love the best! Her eyes like mountain water that 's flowing on a rock, Red rowans warm in sunshine, and wetted with a shower, Could ne 'er express the charming lip that has me in its power. Her nose is straight and handsome, her eyebrows lifted up, The dance o' last Whit-Monday night exceeded all before; When she stood up for dancing, her steps were so complete, The music nearly killed itself, to listen to her feet; The fiddler mourned his blindness, he heard her so much praised, But blessed himself he was n't deaf when once her voice she raised. And evermore I'm whistling or lilting what you sung; Your smile is always in my heart, your name beside my tongue. But you I've as many sweethearts as you'd count on both your hands, And for myself, there's not a thumb or little finger stands. O, you're the flower of womankind, in country or in town; The higher I exalt you, the lower I'm cast down. If some great lord should come this way and see your beauty bright, And you to be his lady, I'd own it was but right. O, might we live together in lofty palace hall, Where joyful music rises, and where scarlet curtains fall; O lovely Mary Donnelly, your beauty 's my distress; But blessings be about you, dear, wherever you may go! EVANGELINE ON THE PRAIRIE. Beautiful was the night. Behind the black wall of the forest, Tipping its summit with silver, arose the moon. On the river Fell here and there through the branches a tremulous gleam of the moonlight, Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit. |