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Title: The Year’s at the Spring

Music: Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867-1944)

Text: Robert Browning (1812-1889)

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• PDF available via IN Harmony: Sheet Music from Indiana
• Key: B♭ Major
• Range: F4 – F5

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The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven–
All’s right with the world!

• Recmusic.org has the text.

Title: The Rainy Day

Music: Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867-1944)

Text: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Note: This appears to be Amy Beach’s first published song, written in 1880 when she was just 13. She was 16 when this was published.

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• PDF: The Rainy Day
• Key: F Minor
• Range: C4 – F5

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• Available in unedited pages at the Library of Congress. (Note that the name on the cover page and the catalog entry are spelled incorrectly.)

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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldr’ng wall,
But at ev’ry gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary.
My thoughts still cling to the mould’ring Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

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Title: Hymn of Trust

Music: Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867-1944)

Text: Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)

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• PDF available via IN Harmony: Sheet Music from Indiana
• Key: B♭ Major
• Range: B♭3 – F5
• Note: This version has a violin obbligato.

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Love Divine, that stoop’d to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitt’rest tear,
O Love Divine, we smile at pain while Thou art near.
Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each ling’ring year,
No path we shun no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whisp’ring,
Thou art near!

Love Divine, that stoop’d to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitt’rest tear,
O Love Divine, on thee we cast each earthborn care.
When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is turn’d to fear,
The murm’ring wind, the quiv’ring leaf
Shall tell us softly,
Thou art near!

O Thee we fling our burd’ning woe,
O Love Divine, forever dear,
Content to suffer, while we know,
Living and dying,
Thou art near!

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