I'm so excited about getting to sing in the Christian Heritage Chorale at the Washington Home School Convention!!! We are learning four real, live choral arrangements:
- The Heavens Are Telling from The Creation by Joseph Haydn
hopepublishing.com – search C5531 - Fairest Lord Jesus arr. by Mary McDonald
Lorenz.com – search 10/3936L - Ain't That Good News
JWPepper.com – search: #10070496; 3-part mixed; closer look - God So Loved the World
Arr. John Leavitt – no online audio sample
(I guess if you go to the links above, you can hear samples.) Anyway, it's hard work, but I'm enjoying it. Hopefully we'll have pictures and maybe some video for the blog. We have to wear long black skirts, white shirts, black hose, and formal black shoes. So fancy. We finally have it all gathered up, picked out, and tried on.
So, a favorite poem...
The Twins
In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for him,
And each for one another.
It puzzled all our kith and kin,
It reached a fearful pitch;
For one of us was born a twin,
Yet not a soul knew which.
One day, to make the matter worse,
Before our names were fixed,
As we were being washed by nurse,
We go completely mixed;
And thus, you see, by fate's decree,
Or rather nurse's whim,
My brother John got christened me,
And I got christened him.
This fatal likeness even dogged
My footsteps when at school,
And I was always getting flogged,
For John turned out a fool.
I put this question, fruitlessly,
To everyone I knew,
"What would you do, if you were me,
To prove that you were you?"
Our close resemblance turned the tide
Of my domestic life,
For somehow, my intended bride,
Became my brother's wife.
In fact, year after year the same
Absurd mistakes went on,
And when I died, the neighbors came
And buried brother John.
HENRY SAMBROOKE LEIGH
