Dirge Sung At The Consecration of the Soldiers' Cemetery at Gettysburg

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Title

Dirge Sung At The Consecration of the Soldiers' Cemetery at Gettysburg

Subject

Dirges
Percival, James G
Delaney, Alfred
Soldiers' National Cemetery (Gettysburg, Pa.)
Sheet music
Curtin, Andrew Gregg, 1815-1894

Description

Cover dedication: "To his Excellency, Andrew G. Curtin, Governor of Pennsylvania." "Sung at the Consecration of the Soldiers' Cemetery at Gettysburg: (November 19th 1863)."

Governor Curtin organized the effort to create a national soldiers' cemetery at Gettysburg.

Creator

Purcival, James G. and Delaney, Alfred

Publisher

Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum

Date

1863

Contributor

Lee & Walker

Format

pdf

Language

en

Identifier

300974
14003426

Coverage

Philadelphia

Transcription

To his Excellency.

ANDREW G. CURTIN.

Governor of Pennsylvania

DIRGE

SUNG AT THE CONSECRATION

OF THE

Soldiers' Cemetery at Gettysburg:

(NOV: 19th 1863)

Composed and arranged for Four Voices.

BY

ALFRED DELANEY.

Geo. F. Swain 3 1/2

Philadelphia. LEE & WALKER. 722 Chestnut St.

DIRGE SUNG AT THE CONSECRATION

OF THE

SOLDIER'S CEMETERY

GETTYSBURG. Pa.

Entered according to the Act of Congress A.D. 1863 by Lee & Walker at the Clerk's Office of the Dt.Ct. of the En.Dt. of Pa.

The words by Jas.G. Percival. Music by Alfred Delaney.

PIANO GRAVE.

TREBLE/ALTO.

O! it is great for our Country to die, whose ranks are con_tending, Bright is the wreath of our fame; glor_ry a-waits us for aye; Glory, that never is dim, Shining on with a light never ending, Glory, that never shall fade, nev_er O! never a_ _ way!


TENOR/BASS.

O! it is great for our Country to die, whose ranks are con_tending, Bright is the wreath of our fame; glor_ry a-waits us for aye; Glory, that never is dim, Shining on with the light never ending, Glory, that shall never fade, nev_er O! never a _ _ way!

2. O! it is sweet for our Country to die, how softly reposes Warrior youth on his bier, wet by the tears of his love, Wet by a mother's warm tears; they crown him with garlands of roses; Weep, and the joyously turn, bright where he triumphs above.

3. Not in Elysian fields, by the still oblivious river, Not in the Isles of the blest, over the blue rolling sea; But on Olympian heights shall dwell the devoted forever; There shall assemble the good, there the wise, valiant and free.

4. O! then how great for our Country to die, in the front rank to perish, Firm with our breast to the foe, victory's shout in our ear; Long they our statues shall crown, in songs our memory cherish; We shall look forth from our heaven, pleased the sweet music to hear.

Status

Complete

Percent Completed

100

Weight

20

Original Format

4
32 cm

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