by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
Hush'd be the camps today
Language: English
Hush'd be the camps to-day; And, soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons; And each with musing soul retire, to celebrate, Our dear commander's death. No more for him life's stormy conflicts; Nor victory, nor defeat -- no more time's dark events, Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky. But sing, poet, in our name; Sing of the love we bore him -- because you, dweller in camps, know it truly. As they invault the coffin there; Sing -- as they close the doors of earth upon him -- [one]1 verse, For the heavy hearts of soldiers.
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1 Dougherty: "sing one"
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1 Dougherty: "sing one"
Text Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "Hush'd be the camps to-day" [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):
- by Celius Dougherty (1902 - 1986), "Hush'd be the camps today", 1945, published 1948 [ voice, piano ], G. Schirmer/Hal Leonard [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Harvey Worthington Loomis (1865 - 1930), "Hush'd be the camps to-day", published 1906 [ SATB chorus, piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Robert Eugene Ward (1917 - 2013), "Hush'd be the camps to-day", published 1943 [ mixed chorus and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2005-12-15
Line count: 12
Word count: 94