“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity
It asked a crumb - of me
1969 • Mortal Storm, Op. 29
1969 • 4 Motivations for Baritone and Piano, Op. 21
1969 • 4 Motivations for Baritone and Piano, Op. 21
1960 • 3 Songs for a Deep Voice and Piano, Op. 18
1969 • Mortal Storm, Op. 29
1969 • Mortal Storm, Op. 29
1969 • Mortal Storm, Op. 29
1969 • Mortal Storm, Op. 29
1969 • 4 Motivations for Baritone and Piano, Op. 21
1969 • 4 Motivations for Baritone and Piano, Op. 21
1988 • 3 Songs for Baritone and Piano, Op. 41
1988 • 3 Songs for Baritone and Piano, Op. 41