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Words written by Eliza And by her Respectfully Dedicated To Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Music by Frank Howard. Boston: E. H. Wade, 1852. Gently as fadeth the glad light of day, Little Evangeline passeth away; No more her feet through the flowers will roam, Slowly but surely she neareth her home. Now all her loved ones she calls round her bed, And gives each a curl from her fair, drooping head; And bids them remember to meet her above, And Him who so loves them, forget not to love. Why seeks the verandah, the good Uncle Tom, And leaves his own cabin though midnight has come? He knoweth the Bridegroom ere long will be here, And watcheth and waiteth till he shall appear. For O, when he cometh and taketh his own, He knows, while the gates shall be wide open thrown, He may catch of the world, without sorrow or sin, A glimpse of the glory, as Eva goes in. a parody of this song, attacking Stowe for seeking a different kind of glory in England.] |
PERFORMED BY GLIMPSE OF GLORY SOLO VOCAL: David Tate PIANO: Lynne Mackey Recorded by Bill Dudley Produced by Bill Wellington Harrisonburg, Virginia Audio encoding at the Digital Media Center, Clemons Library, University of Virginia BROWN UNIVERSITY LIBRARY THE MUSIC FOR THIS SONG IS AVAILABLE AT BROWN'S AFRICAN-AMERICAN SHEET MUSIC 1850-1920 -- AN EXHIBIT AT THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS' AMERICAN MEMORY ARCHIVE |