by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
Lo, body and soul ‑‑ this land
Language: English
Lo, body and soul -- this land, My own Manhattan with spires, and the sparkling and hurrying tides, and the ships, The varied and ample land, the South and the North in the light, Ohio's shores and flashing Missouri, And ever the far-spreading prairies cover'd with grass and corn. Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.
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Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Memories of President Lincoln, in When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, no. 12 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
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The text above (or a part of it) is used in the following settings:
- by Paul Hindemith (1895 - 1963), "O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?" [ baritone, mezzo-soprano, chorus and orchestra ], from cantata When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, no. 7
- by Roger Sessions (1896 - 1985), "Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities", from cantata When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, no. 2
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This text was added to the website: 2005-01-13
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