The Harry T. Butterworth Company

              THE HARRY T. BUTTERWORTH COMPANY



PROGRAMME and LIBRETTO




HARRY T. BUTTERWORTH Basso MISS MABEL MARION WALLACE Reader MISS FAY HILL Soprano and Accompanist MISS IONA L. SENN Violinist




The Management indorses unequivocally the EVERETT PIANO and its various Companies use it wherever obtainable.





Program





1


Hungarian Rhapsody
MISS SENN


M. Hauser




2


The Two Grenadiers
MR. BUTTERWORTH


Schumann




3


Mother

MISS WALLACE


Roy Rolfe Gilson




4


Villanelle
MISS HILL


Eva Dell 'Acqua




5


{a.  Thoughts


Gertrude Sans Souci





b.  Aria of Sarastro, from 
The Magic Flute


Mozart





c.  The Dawn
MR. BUTTERWORTH


Guy D'Hardelot




6


The Lost Word
MISS WALLACE


Henry Van Dyke







Part II





1


Saviour, Source of Every Blessing
MISS HILL and MR. BUTTERWORTH


Paolo N. Campiglio




2


{a The Night has a Thousand Eyes


Gaynor





b Heart's Delight
MISS HILL


Gilchrist




3


The Linden Tree
MR. BUTTERWORTH


Schubert




4


Ballade et Polonaise
MISS SENN


Vieuxtemps




5


Reading—Selected.
MISS WALLACE





6


{a Life


Jacques Blumenthal





b Gipsy John
MR. BUTTERWORTH


Clay








Libretto



THE TWO GRENADIERS.



To France were returning two grenadiers,


In Russia they had been taken,


And when they came to the German frontier,


Their courage was sadly shaken,


'Twas there that they both heard the sorrowful tale,


That France's proud realm had been shaken,


Defeated and scattered the valiant host,


And the emp'ror, the emp'ror been taken.


How bitterly wept then the grenadiers,


At hearing the terrible story;


And one then said:  
Alas once more


My wounds are bleeding and gory.


The other said:  
My sun is set,


With thee I would die gladly,


But I've a wife and child at home,


Without me they fare badly.


What matters my wife, what matters my child,


A heavier care has arisen.


Let them beg or pray, when they hungry are,


My Emperor sighs in a prison!


O grant me, brother, but one prayer


If my hours I now must number,


Take with thee my corpse to my native land,


In France let me peacefully slumber;


My cross of honor with ribbon red,


Then on my bosom place thou,


Give me my musket in my hand,


My sword around me brace thou.


Thus will I listen and lie so still,


And watch like a guard o'er the forces,


Until the roaring of cannon I hear,


And tramping of neighing horses.


Then over my grave will my Emperor ride,


While swords gleam brightly and rattle,


Then armed to the teeth will I rise from the grave,


For my Emp'ror, my Emp'ror to battle.





VILLANELLE.



Oft have I seen the swift swallow


Dart thro' the clear morning blue,—


Swiftly the keen eye could follow


As to the land of Apollo,


Sunshine and jasmine she flew.


Oft have I seen the swift swallow!


Long I strained my eager eyes


Where she vanisht in the azure,


And my soul with dreamy pleasure


Speeds with her thro' distant skies,


Ah!  Ah!  Where the land of mystery lies!


Ah!  Over hill and over hollow


Would I still her path pursue,


Often have I seen the swallow,


Scarcely could the keen eye follow,


The keen eye follow.


Oft have I seen the swift swallow—


Dart thro' the clear morning blue;—


Scarcely the keen eye could follow


As to the land of Apollo,


As to the land of Apollo,—


Sunshine and jasmine it flew;—


Oft have I seen the swift swallow!


I've seen the swift winged swallow,


Ah!  seen the swallow.





THOUGHTS.



I think of thee when nightingale's sweet song pervade the leafy glade;


Where are thy thoughts of me?


I think of thee with strange sweet pain, with loving tear with longing fear.


I think of thee when evening falls, where are thy thoughts of me?


I think of thee when twilight folds her evening wings, by shady springs;


Where are thy thoughts of me?





ARIA OF SARASTRO.



O Isis and Osiris, lead ye


In wisdom's path this faithful pair!


Your blest protection now concede ye,


Strengthen their hearts when danger's near,


Strengthen their hearts when danger's near.


Grant that they bravely bear the trial,


And to their prayers give not denial


But have ye fated they shall succumb,


Oh, grant them life beyond the tomb,


Oh, grant them life beyond the tomb.






HEART'S DELIGHT



Light of my darkness!


Star of my night!


Shedding thy ray o'er my toiling;


Joy of my mourning.


O heart's delight!


Thine is my love, past recalling;


Light of my darkness!


Star of my night!


Thine is my love—past recalling.


Light of my darkness,


Star of my night,


Joy of my mourning!


O heart's delight!


When thou art grieving grieveth my heart—


When thou are joying, rejoices;


When to my loving, loving thou art


Heavenly music, thy voice is.


Then give thy heart to the heart that is thine,


Thine, only thine—O believe me;


Dwell not apart,—to pity incline,


Open thy heart


Open thy heart and receive me.





THE LINDEN TREE.



By the well before the doorway


There stands a linden tree,


How oft beneath its shadow


Sweet dreams have come to me;


Upon its bark when musing


Fond words of love I made,


And joy alike and sorrow


Still drew me to its shade,


Still drew me to its shade.


To-day I now must wander


All thro' the deepest night;


I passed it in the darkness,


I screened it from my sight.


The branches rustled gently,


As if they spoke to me:


Come here, beloved companion,


Here peace shall smile on thee,


Here peace shall smile on thee.


The cruel winds were blowing,


So coldy in my face,


My hat was borne before me,


I sped with quicker pace.


Now many leagues I'm far from


The dear old linden tree,


I ever hear it murmur,


Peace thou wouldst find with me,


Peace thou wouldst find with me.





LIFE.



Our life,—our life is like a narrow raft,


Afloat upon the hungry sea,


Hereon is but a little space,


And all men, eager for a place,


Do thrust each other in the sea;


And each man eager for a place,


Doth thrust his brother in the sea.


And so our life is wan with fears,


And so the sea is salt with tears,


Ah well is thee, thou art, asleep,


Ah well is thee thou art asleep.


Our life,—our life is like a curious play,


Where each man hideth from himself;


Let us be open as the day,


One mask does to the other say,


When he would deeper hide himself.


Let us be open as the day,


That he may better hide himself.


And so the world goes round, and round,


Until our life with rest is crowned,


Ah, well is thee, thou art asleep!


Ah, well is thee thou art asleep!





GYPSY JOHN



The Gypsy fires are shining


The kettle sings a song,


And good folks want their lining


That are empty all day long;


Then welcome, if you've lost your way,


For daylight's past and gone,


And strangers might do worse than stay,


And house with Gypsy John.


There's fowl of many a feather,


A turkey poult and hen,


A moor-cock off the heather,


A mallard from the fen;


A leash of teal, a thumping goose


As heavy as a swan;


He ought to wear his waistcoat loose


Who dines with Gypsy John.


So dip your fingers in the stew,


And drink a cup to me


I'll fill again and drink to you


A health in Romany!


And when your brains are turning,


And you're only fit for bed.


The lamps in Heav'n are burning


To light you over head;


Till waking up refreshed and bright


When stars are pale and wan,


You'll swear they pass a cosy night


Who lodge with Gypsy John!


The birds of air shall call you,


They are stirring with the day;


No mischief shall befall you


Till we've set you on your way;


And when you've left the wand'rer's camp


To travel blithely on,


Be kind to some poor tinker tramp


And think of Gypsy John.


So dip your fingers in the stew,


And drink a cup to me,


I'll fill again and drink to you a health in Romany!