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Mell, Albert, ed.; Palisca, Claude; Karp, Theodore; Lockwood, Lewis; Levy, Kenneth. , Twenty-Fifth Anniversary Festschrift (1937-1962)
• Mell, Albert, ed.; Palisca, Claude; Karp, Theodore; Lockwood, Lewis; Levy, Kenneth.
  Twenty-Fifth Anniversary Festschrift (1937-1962)
  Queens College, City of New York, Department of Music., New York, 1962, Wraps, , , Very Good
  
  

  87 pp. illustrations, facsimiles., music. Palisca--The first performance of ''Euridice''; Karp--The Trouvere MS Tradition; Lockwood--A View of the early Sixteenth-Century Parody Mass; Levy--The Slavic Kontakia and Their Byzantine Originals.

  

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A SONG OF EARLY AUTUMN

When late in summer the streams run yellow,
Burst the bridges and spread into bays;
When berries are black and peaches are mellow,
And hills are hidden by rainy haze;

When the goldenrod is golden still,
But the heart of the sunflower is darker and sadder;
When the corn is in stacks on the slope of the hill,
And slides o'er the path the striped adder;

When butterflies flutter from clover to thicket,
Or wave their wings on the drooping leaf;
When the breeze comes shrill with the call of the cricket,
Grasshopper's rasp, and rustle of sheaf;

When high in the field the fern-leaves wrinkle,
And brown is the grass where the mowers have mown;
When low in the meadow the cow-bells tinkle,
And small brooks crinkle o'er stock and stone;

When heavy and hollow the robin's whistle
And shadows are deep in the heat of noon;
When the air is white with the down o' the thistle,
And the sky is red with the harvest moon;

O, then be chary, young Robert and Mary,
No time let slip, not a moment wait!
If the fiddle would play it must stop its tuning;
And they who would wed must be done with their mooning;
So let the churn rattle, see well to the cattle,
And pile the wood by the barn-yard gate!