THE CRY OF RACHEL M. Turner Salter I stand in the dark, I beat on the door, Death, let me in! Thro’ storm am I come, I find you before, Death, let me in! For him that is sweet, for him that is small I beat on the door, I cry and I call Death, let me in. He was my bough of the almond tree fair, You break it, it whitens no more by the stair, Death, let me in! He was my lamp in the house of the Lord, You quenched it and left me this dark and the sword:— I that was rieh, to ask you for alms; I that was full, uplift empty palms. Back to me now give the child that I had, Give to my arms my sweet little lad; Death, let me in. Have you grown so deaf that you cannot hear? Let me in. Unclose thy dull eye, unstop thy dull ear. I will call so loud, I will cry so sore You must in pity come open thy door; DEATH, LET ME IN. SUITE FROM “ PEER GYNT ” Grieg 'T' HIS suite contains excerpts from the incidental music which Grieg wrote for A Ibsen’s famous play, “Peer Gynt.” The first movement portrays the break of day, the awakening of the birds and the freshness of all nature. The second is played as Peer Gynt returns home to find his old mother, Asa, dying. The third accompanies the dance of Anitra, an Arabian girl, who has captivated Peer Gynt; and in the fourth movement he is taken into the cavernous palace of the mountain king of the dwarfs, who tease him with their dances and uncouth antics.
