|This is the second of four vocal solos from THE FOUR ARTISTS, a cantata for SATB soloists, chorus, and piano. Click on the title below to listen.|
THE PHOTOGRAPHER music by Glenn Hardy
sonnet by Margaret Hardy
O, All that blooms and moves and breathes and starts
Within the pattern perfect and ordained,
And all the sacred things that do remain
Before the clicking shutter of the heart.
How can I close, or find myself apart
From such effulgence which surrounds me still:
The hidden brook that flows down from the hill
On rocks that glisten gladly in the sun
To shout out that the day is just begun:
That every stone is waking to its life?
Nor war, nor famine, crime, nor civil strife
Can taint the secret music of such things,
Which bloom and move and breathe and sing in this:
That beauty is the sister grace of bliss.
|© 1988 Glenn Hardy|
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