Up the valley creep the mists
For a funeral pall.
Lingering roses woefully
In the cold expire.
Heap the dead and dying
For a funeral pyre.
While the gale is sighing,
While the wind makes moan,
Sigh among the hollyhocks
Of the summer flown.
[Illustration:
"SIGH AMONG THE HOLLYHOCKS
OF THE SUMMER FLOWN."]
NOTICES OF NEW MUSIC.
[Illustration]
STANLEY LUCAS AND CO.
_O, hur vidgas ej ditt broest. Liebe, liebe._ Two Lieder. By Maude V.
White.--The first, from the Swedish, has also an English set of words;
the setting of the second is in German only, being a translation into
that language from the Hungarian.--There is a dreamy charm pervading
both of these little ballads, which will be best appreciated by truly
musical and well-educated singers.
_Two Locks of Hair._ Song to Longfellow's poetry. By Sabine E.
Barwell.--Very simple. The music is dedicated to Charles Santley, our
great baritone singer.
_Alone with thee._ Song by Gilbert R. Betjemann. Compass E to F
sharp.--An ambitious song, full of striking modulations and really
dramatic effects.
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