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Celebration and Arts

Celebration and Arts. Sandro Botticelli: “Mystical Nativity”. Florence c. 1500 Presently in National Gallery, London. Kathleen Raine: “Northumbrian Sequence IV”. Let in the wind, Let in the rain, Let in the moors tonight, The storm beats on my window-pane, Night stands at my bed-foot,

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Celebration and Arts

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  1. Celebration and Arts

  2. Sandro Botticelli: “Mystical Nativity” Florence c. 1500 Presently in National Gallery, London

  3. Kathleen Raine: “Northumbrian Sequence IV” • Let in the wind, • Let in the rain, • Let in the moors tonight, • The storm beats on my window-pane, • Night stands at my bed-foot, • Let in the fear, • Let in the pain, • Let in the trees that toss and groan, • Let in the north tonight.

  4. Let in the nameless formless power • That beats upon my door, • Let in the ice, let in the snow, • The banshee howling on the moor, • The bracken-bus on the bleak hillside, • Let in the dead tonight.

  5. The whistling ghost behind the dyke, • The dead that rot in mire, • Let in the thronging ancestors • The unfulfilled desire, • Let in the wraith of the dead earl, • Let in the dead tonight.

  6. Let in the cold, • Let in the wet, • Let in the loneliness, • Let in the quick, • Let in the dead, • Let in the unpeopled skies.

  7. Oh how can virgin fingers weave • A covering for the void, • How can my fearful heart conceive • Gigantic solitude? • How can a house so small contain • A company so great? • Let in the dark, • Let in the dead, • Let in your love tonight.

  8. Let in the snow that numbs the grave, • Let in the acorn-tree, • The mountain stream and mountain stone, • Let in the bitter sea. • Fearful is my virgin heart • And frail my virgin form, • And must I then take pity on • The raging of the storm • That rose up from the great abyss • Before the earth was made, • That pours the stars in cataracts • And shakes this violent world?

  9. Let in the fire, • Let in the power, • Let in the invading light. • Gentle must my fingers be • And pitiful my heart • Since I must bind in human form • A living power so great, • A living impulse great and wild • That cries about my house • With all the violence of desire • Desiring this my peace.

  10. Pitiful my heart must hold • The lonely stars at rest, • Have pity on the raven’s cry, • The torrent and the eagle’s wing, • The icy water of the tarn, • And on the biting blast. • Let in the wound, • Let in the pain, • Let in your child tonight.

  11. John Donne: “Nativity” • Immensity cloistered in thy dear wombNow leaves His well-beloved imprisonment,There He hath made Himself to His intentWeak enough now into our world to come. But, oh, for thee, for Him, hath the inn no room?Yet lay Him in this stall, and from the OrientStars and wise men will travel to preventThe effect of Herod's jealous general doom.

  12. Seest thou, my soul, with thy faith's eyes, how HeWhich fills all place (yet none holds Him) doth lie?Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high, That would have need to be pitied by thee?Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.

  13. Ranald Rankin: “Christ Child Lullaby” • My love, my pride, my treasure ohMy wonder new and pleasure ohMy son, my beauty, ever YouWho am I to bear You here? • The cause of talk and tale am IThe cause of greatest fame am IThe cause of proudest care on highTo have for mine, the King of all.

  14. And though You are the King of allThey sent You to the manger stallWhere at Your feet they all shall fallAnd glorify my child, the King. • There shone a star above three kingsTo guide them to the King of kingsThey held You in their humble armsAnd knelt before You until dawn. • They gave You myrrh and gave You goldFrankincense and gifts untoldThey traveled far these gifts to bringAnd glorify their new born King

  15. Advent Music • Richard Proulx: “Two Litanies for Advent and Lent” • Introit Hymns ## 1-4 [Gaudete = #3] • Willard F. Jabusch: “See how the Virgin waits for him” [Sounding Glory, p. 8]

  16. Christmastide Music • Scott Soper: “Christ the Lord is Born Today” • Introit Hymns ##5-13 [Holy Family = #9] • Huub Oosterhuis: “In Deepest Night” [Sounding Glory, p. 14]

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