askîhk Research Services presents

A Bouquet for Mother

Joined by Janet Wilson (organ) and Scott McKnight (cello)

Knox United Church
May 10th, 2026 | 3:00pm

$35 – General at the door
$15 – Students


 
 

 

Program Notes

Mother’s Day is a celebration honouring the mother of the family or mother figure, as well as motherhood, maternal bonds, and the influence of mothers in society. It is celebrated on different days in many parts of the world (over 40 counties), but in Canada it is always the second Sunday in May. Mother’s Day was first introduced and celebrated in the early 1900s, often with religious overtones that have now been replaced by a sense of commercialism. In Canada, it is a day in the year we take to honour our mothers and all that they have done for us, for family, and beyond. It is interesting to note that “mother’s” is singular, as opposed to “mothers”, which was deliberate as it offered each person and each family a chance to reference its own mother.

This concert is offered as a bouquet to all mothers, and as such, it features pieces that speak about flowers, daffodils in particular, but lilacs, roses, evening primroses and sunflowers also get to raise their heads. There are also pieces about love, the beauty of nature, and the joy of singing.

Also, in this concert are two instrumental solos. Scott McKnight on cello (with Connor Elias on the piano) will perform Antonin Dvořák’s Songs My Mother Taught MeConnor Elias will play a piece by Franz Liszt entitled Sonetto 104 del Petracha.

James Hawn, Artistic Director

Text and Translations

Steven Sametz (b. 1954): I Have Had Singing

Text by Ronald Blythe (1922-2023) from Akenfield, Portrait of an English Village

The singing.
There was so much singing then,
And this was my pleasure too.

We all sang,
The chapels were full of singing, always singing.

Here I lie.
I have had pleasure enough,
I have had singing.

David K. MacIntyre (b. 1952): Beloved, Thou Hast Brought Me Many Flowers

Text by Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806-1861)

Belovèd, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through,
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart’s ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here’s eglantine,
Here’s ivy!—take them, as I used to do
Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.

John Rutter (b. 1945): All Things Bright and Beautiful

Text by Mrs. C.F. Alexander (1823-1893)

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them high and lowly,
And ordered their estate.

The purple headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;−

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,−
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the Greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;−

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who hath made all things well.

Benjamin Britten (1913-1976): To Daffodils (from Five Flower Songs)

Text by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.

Stephanie Martin (b. 1962): Mother

Text by Cori Martin (1959-2023)

Daughter of three mothers
mother of two daughters,
her body bore, and fed us.
We feasted on her teaching.
Her blood was in us beating,
flowing like a river that
brought us to ourselves.

Benjamin Britten (1913-1976): The Evening Primrose (from Five Flower Songs)

Text by John Clare (1793-1864)

When once the sun sinks in the west
And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast;
Almost as pale as moonbeams are
Or its companionable star
The evening primrose opes anew
Its delicate blossoms to the dew;
And, hermit-like, shunning the light
Wastes its fair bloom upon the night
Who, blindfold to its fond caresses
Knows not the beauty it possesses;
Thus it blooms on while night is by;
When day looks out with open eye
Bashed at the gaze it cannot shun
It faints and withers and is gone.

E.K.R. Hammell (b. 1993): Daffodils

Text by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Gabriel Fauré (1845-1904): Cantique de Jean Racine

Text by Jean Racine (1639-1699)

French Text:

Verbe égal au Très-Haut, notre unique espérance,
Jour éternel de la terre et des cieux ;
De la paisible nuit nous rompons le silence,
Divin Sauveur, jette sur nous les yeux !

Répands sur nous le feu de ta grâce puissante,
Que tout l'enfer fuie au son de ta voix ;
Dissipe le sommeil d'une âme languissante,
Qui la conduit à l'oubli de tes lois !

Ô Christ, sois favorable à ce peuple fidèle
Pour te bénir maintenant rassemblé.
Reçois les chants qu'il offre à ta gloire immortelle,
Et de tes dons qu'il retourne comblé!

English Translation:

Word equal to the Very High one, our sole hope
Eternal of both the Earth and the Heavens
Of this peaceful night, we break the silence
Divine Saviour, cast your gaze down on us!
Spread on us the fire of your mighty grace
So all of Hell flees upon hearing your voice
Dissipate the sleep of a yearning soul
Which leads us to forget your laws!

Oh Christ, be favourable to this faithful people
Now gathered to bless you
Welcome the hymns they offer to your immortal glory
And may they come back fulfilled!

Elaine Hagenberg (b. 1979): O Love

Text by George Matheson (1842-1906)

O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O Light that foll’west all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

David Dickau (b. 1953): in time of daffodils (from Of Life and Love)

Text by e e cummings (1894-1962)

in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)

in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me

David Dickau (b. 1953): Come, O Come My Hearts Delight (from Of Life and Love)

Text by Thomas Campion (1567-1620)

Come, O come, my life’s delight!
Let me not in languor pine:
Love loves no delay, thy sight
The more enjoyed, the more divine.
O come, and take from me
The pain of being deprived of thee.

Thou all sweetness dost enclose,
Like a little world of bliss:
Beauty guards thy looks: the rose
In them pure and eternal is.
Come then! and make thy flight
As swift to me as heavenly light!

Larry Nickel (b. 1952): A la claire fontaine

French Text:

À la claire fontaine
M’en allant promener
J’ai trouvé l’eau si belle
Que je m’y suis baigné.

Il y a longtemps que je t’aime
Jamais je ne t’oublierai.

Sous les feuilles d’un chêne
Je me suis fait sécher
Sur la plus haute branche
Un rossignol chantait.

Chante rossignol, chante
Toi qui as le cœur gai
Tu as le cœur a rire
Moi, je l’ai à pleurer.

J’ai perdu mon maitresse
Sans l’avoir mérité
Pour un bouquet de roses
Que je lui refusai.

Je voudrais que la rose
Fût encore au rosier
Et que ma douce amie
Fût encore à m’aimer.

English Translation:

By the clear fountain,
As I was strolling by
I found the water so nice
That I stopped there to bathe

I have loved you for a long time
I will never forget you.

Under an oak tree
I dried myself
On its highest branch
A nightingale was singing

Sing, Nightingale, sing
You with your carefree heart
Your heart feels like laughing
Mine feels like weeping

I have lost my beloved
Without just cause
Over a bouquet of roses
That I refused to give her.

I wanted the rose
To stay on the rosebush
And for my sweet love
To still love me.

Paul Mealor (b. 1975): Love’s as warm as tears

Text by C.S. Lewis (1898-1963)

Love’s as warm as tears,
Love is tears:
Pressure within the brain,
Tension at the throat,
Deluge, weeks of rain,
Haystacks afloat,
Featureless seas between
Hedges, where once was green.

Love’s as fierce as fire,
Love is fire:
All sorts—infernal heat
Clinkered with greed and pride,
Lyric desire, sharp-sweet,
Laughing, even when denied,
And that empyreal flame
Whence all loves came.

Love’s as fresh as spring,
Love is spring:
Bird-song hung in the air,
Cool smells in a wood,
Whispering ‘Dare! Dare!’
To sap, to blood,
Telling ‘Ease, safety, rest,
Are good; not best.’

Love’s as hard as nails,
Love is nails:
Blunt, thick, hammered through
The medial nerves of One
Who, having made us, knew
The thing He had done,
Seeing (with all that is)
Our cross, and His.

Jacob Narverud (b. 1986): Sunflower

Text by William Blake (1757–1827)

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.

Edvard Grieg (1843-1970): Ave maris Stella

Latin Text:

Ave maris stella,
Dei Mater alma,
Atque semper virgo,
Felix coeli porta.

Sumens illud Ave
Gabrielis ore,
Funda nos in pace,
Mutans Evae nomen.

Solve vincla reis,
Profer lumen caecis,
Mala nostra pelle,
Bona cuncta posce.

Monstra te esse matrem.
Sumat per te preces,
Qui pro nobis natus,
Tulit esse tuus.

Virgo singularis,
Inter omnes mitis,
Nos culpis solutos,
Mites fac et castos.

Vitam praesta puram,
Iter para tutum,
Ut videntes Jesum,
Semper collaetemur.

Sit laus Deo Patri,
Summo Christo decus,
Spiritui Sancto,
Tribus honor unus.
Amen.

English Translation:

Hail, o star of the ocean,
God’s own Mother blest,
Ever sinless Virgin,
Gate of heav’nly rest.

Taking that sweet Ave,
Which from Gabriel came,
Peace confirm within us,
Changing Eve’s name.

Break the sinners’ fetters,
Make our blindness day,
Chase all evils from us,
For all blessings pray.

Show thyself a Mother,
May the Word divine
Born for us thine Infant
Hear our prayers through thine.

Virgin all excelling,
Mildest of the mild,
Free from guilt preserve us
Meek and undefiled.

Keep our life all spotless,
Make our way secure
Till we find in Jesus,
Joy for evermore.

Praise to God the Father,
Honor to the Son,
In the Holy Spirit,
Be the glory one.
Amen.

Larry Nickel (b. 1952): Night Shall Be Filled With Music

Text by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Welcome music lovers everywhere.
We welcome you with one voice,
There’s a time to rend, a time to mend;
Now is the time for peace.

We come together from both far and near,
We sing together as one.
There’s a time for pain, a time to heal;
Now is the time for peace.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents and silently steal away.

Welcome music lovers everywhere.
We welcome you with one voice,
There’s a time to leave, a time to stay.
Now is the time for peace.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents and silently steal away.

Ron Jeffers (1943-2017): I Have Had Singing

Text by Ronald Blythe (1922-2023) from Akenfield, Portrait of an English Village

The singing.
There was so much singing then,
And this was my pleasure too.

We all sang,
The chapels were full of singing, always singing.

Here I lie.
I have had pleasure enough,
I have had singing.

Artist Information

Janet Wilson, Organ

Scott McKnight, Cello

James Hawn, Director

Photo Credit: Amy Violet Photography

Connor Elias, Collaborative Pianist

Photo Credit: Rebecca Fisher