The New Colossus (Charles H. Giffen)

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Original work for chorus, harp, and chamber orchestra
  • (Posted 2019-12-28)  CPDL #56433:       
Editor: Charles H. Giffen (submitted 2019-12-28).   Score information: Letter, 36 pages, 498 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC SA
Edition notes: Full score. Available separately are orchestral parts, a (condensed) choral score, and a score for chorus, organ, and harp (forthcoming). Revised score & soundfile uploaded on 2020-05-11.
Edition for chorus, harp, and organ
  • (Posted 2020-05-12)  CPDL #58531:       
Editor: Charles H. Giffen (submitted 2020-05-12).   Score information: Letter, 19 pages, 351 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC SA
Edition notes: Version for chorus, harp, and an organ reduction of the original chamber orchestral score.

General Information

Title: The New Colossus
Composer: Charles H. Giffen
Lyricist: Emma Lazarus

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: chamber orchestra: flute, English horn, bassoon, horn in F, trombone, harp, and strings; optional organ & harp accompaniment available

First published: 2019
Description: This is a setting of Emma Lazarus's famous sonnet "The New Colossus" for chorus and chamber orchestra (flute, English horn, bassoon, horn in F, trombone, strings, and harp). The music is nearly identical with the composer's setting of A Hymn for St Cecilia.

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Original text and translations

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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
     With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
     Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
     Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
     Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
     With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
     The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
     I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

 — Emma Lazarus (1883)