Alice Eversman and Elena de Sayn

              Recital
BY
ALICE EVERSMAN, Dramatic Soprano
Formerly Metropolitan and Chicago Opera
AND
ELENA de SAYN, Russian Violinist
FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH
16th and O Streets
Tuesday, March Twenty-fifth, Nineteen Twenty-four
Eight Thirty o'clock



PATRONS AND PATRONESSES.

The Secretary of State and Mrs. Hughes
The Secretary of Labor and Mrs. Davis
The Minister of Poland and Madame Wroblewska
The Minister of Bolivia and Senora Freyre
Hon. and Mrs. Frank Clague
Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Elliott
Prof. and Mrs. Alexander Henneman
Prof. and Mrs. Howard L. Hodgkins
Mr. and Mrs. N. Hollister
Dr. and Mrs. Thomas S. Lovette
Hon. and Mrs. B. G. Lowrey
Mr. and Mrs. J. V. A. MacMurray
Miss Julia Mattis
Dr. and Mrs. W. Duncan McKim
Hon. Wm. B. McKinley
Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Muehleisen
Dr. and Mrs. Wallace Radcliffe
Miss Lucy B. Rickenstein
Mr. and Mrs. Francis M. Savage
Hon. and Mrs. Samuel Winslow




Program


Sonata, G Minor


Haendel



Andante





Allegro





Adagio





Allegretto






ELENA de SAYN



Aria from Queen of Sheba


Gounod




ALICE EVERSMAN



Poeme


Chausson




ELENA de SAYN



a Sotto il ciel


Sibella


b J'ai pleure en reve


Hue


c Les Papillons


Chausson


d Allerseelen


Strauss


e Berceuse


Gretchaninow


f Floods of Spring


Rachmaninoff




ALICE EVERSMAN



Pieces in form of a Suite (first time)


Enrico Bossi



a Romance





b On the Grass





c Lullaby





d Bacchanale






ELENA de SAYN



a Bitterness of Love


James Dunn


b Pale Moon


Logan


c Iris


Ware


d Perrot


Watts


e Life


Curran




ALICE EVERSMAN




Malton Boyce at the Piano

STEINWAY PIANO BY COURTESY OF E. F. DROOP & SONS CO




Text for Foreign Songs

Gounod: Aria from Queen of Sheba
I am alone at last.  In the eyes of this stranger what ardor, what light were wont to appear.  How his pride and his courage rose with danger near, moving my soul yet stronger.  In being queen, alas, is one woman no longer.  Ah, the obscure more royal, grand, than kings in diadems all glowing.  In himself his greatness growing, in his pride, born to command.  Oh, sad the vow that binds me.  Oh, sad the vow that binds me.  Forget my heart, naught else, resigns me.  I can never forget him by whose strong arm the wrong has righted, who braved the king's vain power and might.  From whom the guilty fied affrighted, I can never forget him who by the genius all elated, whose hands with prophyry and gold just harmony and form created when 'mid lurid flames calm he stood, they paled before his matchless power.  At my feet when I saw him lie, in my soul bloomed forth love's fair flower.  Although obscure more royal, grand than kings in diadems, all glowing, in himself his greatness growing, in his pride born to command.



Sibella: Twilight Dreams
O'er the sky—the twilight pale slowly is creeping, 'mid lilies silently sleeping, and beyond in the dimly purpling meadows, as if drawn by enchantment, rise dark and misty shadows.  Tell me, tell me, love, how oft have we dream'd of this land mysterious?  Come then, come, love, where the dark unknown awaits us; ah, come it calls afar!  Then let us go hand in hand, where quiet evening beckons afar, afar, throu' the infinite dreamland.  Ah, come.



Hue: I Wept In My Dream
Love, I wept adreaming, for I deam'd thou, dear love, hadst pass'd away; when I awoke, down my cheeks flow'd the burning tears I might not stay.  Love, I wept adreaming for I dream'd thou wert leaving me.  Then I awoke—and through the grey hours of the dawn I wept for thee.  Love, I wept adreaming, I had dream'd all thy dear love of yore; then I awoke, oh—I awoke.  Now are mine eyes foredoom'd to weep thee love, for ever more.



Chausson: Butterflies
The butterflies, snowly and fleecy, fly in cloudy swarms o'er the sea.  Happy butterflies were your easy flight in the azure but for me.  Dost thou know, O Queen of my Heaven, my dancing maid with eyes that glow, if their light wings to me were given, tell me, canst thou guess where I'd go?  No message to the rose I'd utter, but o'er fields fly hence thro' the air, then o'er your halfclosed lips I'd flutter, flow'r of my spirit, to perish there.



Richard Strauss: All Souls Day
Place at my side the purple glowing heather, the year's last roses, ere they fade away, and let us sit and whisper, love, together as once in May.  Give me thy hand and let me press it fondly nor heed lest others see nor what they say, and gaze on me, love, as thou wert wont to fondly, in life's sweet May, while ev'ry grave 's aglow with autumn's roses, come to me sweet, on this appointed day, and as thy head upon my breast reposes, we'll dream of May, we'll dream of May.