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 Banner - Francis Scott Key (1779-1843)
Scott McCoy, conductor | Marvin Keenze, piano
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
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?
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.
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!
