Official Event

Conference Opening Ceremony

Saturday, July 5, 2014 • 2 p.m.

Location: Salon EF (4th floor)

Welcome - Kathryn Proctor Duax, President

Call to Order - Kathryn Proctor Duax, President

The Star Spangled BannerFrancis Scott Key (1779-1843)

Scott McCoy, conductor  |  Marvin Keenze, piano

O Canada

    Adolphe-Basile Routhier (French text, 1880)

    Robert Stanley Weir (English text, 1908)

    Calixa Lavale (Music, 1880)

Scott McCoy, conductor  |  Marvin Keenze, piano

Introduction - Kathryn Proctor Duax, President

Past Presidents; International Attendees; Special Guests

Welcome - Leslie Goldberg, Coordinating Committee Chair

Conference Orientation - Christopher Arneson, Program Chair

An die Musik - Franz Schubert (1797-1828); Text by Schober

Scott McCoy, conductor  |  Marvin Keenze, piano

 

THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER

Francis Scott Key (1814)

Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,

O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.

Oh, say does that star spangled banner yet wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

 

O CANADA!

Robert Stanely Weir (English text, 1908), Calixa Lavale (Music, 1880)

Our home and native land!

True patriot love in all thy sons command.

With glowing hearts we see thee rise,

The True North strong and free!

From far and wide,

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

God keep our land glorious and free!

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

 

NOTRE HYMNE NATIONAL

O Canada!

Terre de nos aïeux,

Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux!

Car ton bras sait porter l’épée,

Il sait porter la croix!

Ton histoire est une épopée

Des plus brillants exploits.

Et ta valeur, de foi trempée,

Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.

Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.

 

AN DIE MUSIK

Franz Schubert (1817)

Text by Franz von Schober

Du holde Kunst, in wievel grauen Stunden,

Wo mich des Lebens wilder Kreis umstrickt,

Hast du mein Herz zu warmer Lieb entzünden,

Hast mich in eine bessrer Welt entrückt!

in eine bessrer Welt entrückt

Oft hat ein Seufzer, deiner Harf entflossen,

Ein süsser, heiliger Akkord von dir

Den Himmel bessrer Zeiten mir erschlossen,

Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir dafür,

Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir!

 
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