. Saint Nicolas livre de pièces de théâtre et d'opérettes . musique ncholy au loin. CHŒUR DE FÉES. [De tout coeur.] (Non 28.) Air : le Lorelei.— Friedrich Silcher. (Rep-ales neuf premières barres pour la deuxième strophe, puis continuepour la troisième.) 228 ST. NICHOLAS JOUE ET OPERETTAS nous ne pouvons pas rester là où les larmes sont; ils nous fondent tout à fait awayInto la couronne de rupture des bulles et l'eau-brillant rayon pâle. Oh, appelez, Oh, appelez notre dame! Appelez avec la plus belle rune. Mi appel à l'étoile-swale sur la mer, et le halo autour de la lune. [Tous s'agenouillent, ayant légèrement entouré petit Join un anneau comme ils chantaient. Un adulte

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. St. Nicholas book of plays & operettas . ncholy music in the distance. CHORUS OF FAIRIES. [Dejectedly.] (No. 28.) Air : The Lorelei.— Friedrich Silcher. (Rep.-atthe first nine bars for the second stanza, and then continuefor the third.) 228 ST. NICHOLAS PLAYS AND OPERETTAS We cannot stay where tears are; They melt us quite awayInto the bubbles breaking wreath And the water-gleams pale ray. Oh, call, oh, call our lady!Call with vour weirdest rune. mi Call to the star-swale on the sea,And the halo round the moon. [All kneel, having softly surrounded Little Join a ring as they sang. A grown-up andbeautiful figure, the Fairy Lady, appears,pauses, extends her arms a moment toward the imploring fairies, and passes while they continue singing. O Sovereign of theWorld of Dreams,Reverse the spell, and then,Great Fairy, make this ChangelingOnly a boy again ! [As they separate, on aris-ing, Little Jo, in hisnightgown, is seen lyingasleep in the foreground.The Night-moth comesstealing across the scene,COCKSCOMB. singing as she moves.. THE CHANCKLIXi! 229 NIGHT-MOTH. (No. 29.) Air: I can-not tell what thislove may be. -Patience. (Nine and ahalf bars.) Vanishing into thesunset bars, Sister of mysticalwings and of stars, When twilight kin-dles a silver spark I must go—vanish-ing into the dark. [As she disappears,the Rose-spriteenters from theother side droop-ingly, and passes,singing to thesame air. ROSE-SPRITE. (No. 30.) Soon I shall fail, I shall faint, I shall die,As the color fades from the evening sky;Life were too lovely ever to closeIf never, if never, one lost the rose.FAIRIES CHORUS. [Led by the Ease-sprite and tlieXi(/ht-motJi, irlio reappear.}(No. 31.) Air: Same as No. 15.Where the Will-o-the-wisp takes flight, And the Firefly skims with the Shooting-star,Where the light of other days burns bright,And the 3^esterdays and to-morrows are,