ELLISON-WHITE BUREAU Presents Marian Anderson Franz Rupp at the Piano PORTLAND AUDITORIUM TUESDAY, MARCH 4, 1941, 8:30 P. M. Program I Figli del mesto cor (Cantata for contralto).....Handel And yet the tears And always 'twixt plaints Are the miserable food I breathe but airs Of which I always partake Of suffering Aria from the opera "Acis and Galathea".....Handel Oh! Did'st thou know the torment of lonely love; Acis was never far from Galathea. And as the dove in the lonely arbour Pines for her belowed; He does return and her happiness blooms She tastes of it as long as there is light. Pecking languor, fluttering wooing, Cosy cooing fills the grove, Cosy cooing, sweet torment. Recitative and Choral from the "Kreuzstab-cantata"    .     .     . Bach My wandering in the world is like the voyage of a ship Sadness, calamity and want are waves which roll o'er me And daily frighten me of death. But there is an anchor which braces me—the mercy Which God so often shows me. He calls to me; I am near thee And thee I shall not abandon and forsake! And when the angry foaming waves abate I shall step off the ship into my port Which is the heavenly realm Where I shall enter with the righteous And leave the world of sadness far behind. And I stand ready now The heir of my beatitude With longing and desire ' To receive from Jesus' hands. How happy I shall be When I see the port of Rest. In the grave I will put away my sorrow And my Redeemer then shall wash away my tears. Come, O Death, thou brother of sleep, Come and lead me away, Free the rudder of my little ship Bring me into a safe port! Some, maybe, are afraid of thee, But to me—thou cans't bring only joy; For 'tis only through you That I can go to little Jesus. Coming Lawrence Tibbett March 14. II Seven songs from "Dichterliebe' Schumann Wenn Ich in deine Augen seh Ah, sweet, when in thine eyes I look, My heart by fear is quite forsaken, And when I kiss thy lips' red flow'r Then I am whole and sound once more. And when I lean against thy breast In heav'nly peace I seem to rest, But when thou say'st thou lovest me Then I must weep, oh, bitterly. Ich will meine Seele tauchen My soul I will steep with longing In the lily's chalice so fair Until from its petals thronging A song it shall waft on air The song shall thrill with emotion Like the kiss with which of yore She enthrall'd my heart's devotion In wondrously blissful hour. Im Rhein, im helligen Strome On the Rhine, on that holy river The great, holy Cologne Reflects its great cathedral In the glittering waves. There is a picture in the cathedral Painted on golden leather It has spread a friendly light Over the wilderness of my life. Flowers and angels swarm Around our beloved Lady Her eyes, her lips, her cheeks Are like those of the one I love. Und wuesstens die Blumen If only the little flowers knew How deep is the wound in my heart, They would cry together with me To heal my torture and pain. If only the nightengales knew How sick and sad I am They would let merrily ring Their refreshing and joyous song. If only the golden stars Knew of my plaint and lament, They would descend from their heights To speak words of comfort to me. But they do not know all that, Only one knows of my grief; She is the one who herself Tore my heart to shreds. Hoer ich das Liedchen klingen When I hear the melody ringing Of the song my beloved sang, My chest is ready to burst With the unbearable burden of pain. A dark yearning drives me Up on the wooded heights And there in torrents of tears My overwhelming pain is resolved. Bin Juengling liebt ein Maedchen A young lad loved a maiden But she with another would wed; That other fancied another Whom soon to the altar he led. It filled the maid with anger To lose her chosen mate. She married the first best suitor, The youth's was a sad, sad fate. 'Tis ever the same old story And many know it well, And those to whom it happens Of broken hearts can tell. Aus alten Maerchen A white hand seems to beckon From ancient fairy-tales; Their voices are a-singing Of a distant fairyland; Where flowers bright are blooming In the golden evening light And glow in fragrance Like the faces of many brides; And again the green trees Sing age-old melodies, And the breezes homely ring With the gay twitter of birds; And from the earth arise Ghostly images of mist And dance in airy circles To the sound of wonder choruses. And bluish sparks twinkle On every leaf and twig, And red lights run In a crazy whirling circle And bubbling wells run out of wild marble And oddly the brook reflects odd images. Ah, if only I could go there And gladden my sad heart, And, rid of suffering, Be free and happy. Ah! that land of joy, I see it often in my dreams, But in the rays of the morning It vanishes like vain foam. Ill Pleurez mes yeux—Aria from the opera "Le Cid" .     .     . Massenet I emerge from this terrible conflict with a broken soul But at last I am free and from now on I will Sigh unconstrained and suffer unobserved. Cry! Cry, O my eyes! Fail, O sad dew, Which shall never be dried by a ray of the sun! If there is one hope left It is to die soon, Cry! O my eyes, cry out all your tears! But who has wished upon us this eternity of tears? O dear buried, do you really find joy In bequeathing to the living implacable pain? Alas! I remember he said to me With your tender smile, you could only lead To glorious roads and to blessed paths! Ah! my father! Alas! Cry, O my eyes! INTERMISSION IV Recondilha Villa-Lobos Deceitful Life Calls me Kisses me Escapes me Fools me I love I suffer I return I cry And then-I revolt I think I go I drink I forget Nhapope.............Villa-Lobos A certain night on a terrace I heard it told, When the moon was spreading heavenly flour o'er the earth That when Nhapope feels her wing is wounded She seeks a restful life in the warmth of her heart. You are Nhapope ... I am your lover, You may trust me. Funeral of King Nago..........Tavares He is the king! Saravah! Nago, our king, Who reigned among the dead. He goes away . . . far away Into endless space. He goes to the Land of the Moon Beyond the Sea of Sleep, And he will conquer Heaven, For whoever sees him draws back And there he will sit on a throne. And thus will be a god. The king, the king Nago, There goes serene in the light, Seeking another kingdom Between the distant stars Where Olorum called him! He is the King! He conquered pain! And between waving torches And slow moving praying Goes the king, victorious! There he goes, he has left us . . . Woe to us, Nago . . . Punta Guajiro (Cuban folk rhythm).......Varona At the turn of dawn The mooing of the cow Early in the morning Candid companion I hear the call of the beautiful cock Of the calf who is the first And I hear the clucking of hens. To respond to the cow. The smell of flowers The dew of dawn Villagers picking guitars Astride their sturdy ponies. Negro Folk Songs........Arr. Nathaniel Dett Somebody's knocking at your door Somebody's knocking at your door. O sinner, why don't you answer Knocks like Jesus. Oh, the land I am bound for Oh, the land I am bound for, Sweet Canaan's land I am bound for, Sweet Canaan's happy land. Pray give me your right hand. Oh, my brother, did you come for to help me? Poor me I'm sometimes up, I'm sometimes down,      Altho' you see me goin' long so, But still my soul feels heav'nly bound. I have my trials here, below. Trouble will bury me down . . . poor me.      Trouble will bury me down . . . poor me. O Zion, Hallelujah 0 Zion, Hallelujah! Zion, city, bright and fair, 1 hope and pray I'll meet you there. Exclusive Management:  Hurok Attractions, Inc., 30 Rockefeller Plaza, New York Booking Direction: N. B. C. Concert Service Steinway Piano, courtesy Sherman, Clay & Co.; Box Office, courtesy The J. K. Gill Comp, For numbers on this program, inquire at Music Room, Central Library