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The Story of Silent Night
Contributed by
Elizabeth_Dandy
on
Sunday, 19th December 2004 @ 12:47:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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In an Austrian hamlet stand a little church
whose musical bells can be heard for miles
calling the people to worship.
SILENT NIGHT
A CHRISTMAS PRESENT FROM FRANZ GRUBER
Around Anno Domini 1802, a small town's organist
hand trained his choir for an oratorio
to be presented during Christmas Mass
for the edification of clergy and town folk alike.
***
On entering the choir loft for rehearsal one night
the merry singer troop stopped at a dismaying sight;
the organ bellows were gnawed straight through
by hungry mice! - now what to do?
Franz Gruber, the organist, was in utter despair,
He saw the bellows were beyond repair.
He trudged home through deep snow, swallowing many a tear;
there would be no music for Christmas, no carols, no cheer.
***
As he paced up and down in his room dejectedly
his eyes caught an out-of-tune, old and forgotten guitar,
but when he sadly plucked on its rusty strings
a tune seemed to come to him like on angel's wings.
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Father Mohr felt empathy with Franzs plight;
he offered to forge some lyrics and to stay overnight;
Suitable lyrics were wanted for the new song to be-
words that would nestle and flow with its melody.
***
They spent the night humming, singing, and strumming,
jotting down notes, groping for rhyme and verse;
forgetting their cares and the very late hour,
they rested a minute and then resumed to rehearse.
***
When morning dawned there had been given birth
to a new song to be treasured by heaven and earth.
The church was packed, - the faithful with delight
heard for the very first time 'SILENT NIGHT.
***
On Christmas Eve each year, due homage is paid
to composer Franz Gruber, and a wreath is laid
On his grave in the city Hallein -a hallowed site
while the town brass band blows softly 'SILENT NIGHT'.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Lo! My own brother, Karli, walks around
This grave to put on it the yearly wreath
On Holy Eve, while brass and wood pipes sound,
Where Silent Night's' composer buried is.
My great-great-great-great auntie dear
Sang in this choir and saw the hungry mice
Then collapsed on her chair in shock and fear
Till they revived her with Cologne and spice.
.
Elizabeth Dandy
Copyright ©
Elizabeth_Dandy
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Re: The Story of Silent Night
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by reflections on
Monday, 28th March 2005 @ 12:59:13 PM AEST
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| When I search for historical, Religious, or tributes to Saints, or the church, I have only to turn to your homepage, or one of the dozen site where you are known. Your poems, like your Bio is an invitation to a new adventure (no matter where I begin) This is one of my favorites because “Silent Night” is the first poem I can remember learning to sing as a child.. I did not, at first, really care who wrote the song; however, Franz Gruber, is an attractive bonus for reading this old, and beautiful song. Thank you! (John) |
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