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In Remembrance (from Requiem) (SATB)
Product No. 56304 Product No. VEI1162New product
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Voicing: SATB, a cappella
By Eleanor Daley
In Remembrance is the fourth movement from Award-winning, renowned Canadian composer Eleanor Daley's Requiem. The text is beautifully moving and set in an exquisite a cappella choral. Appropriate for Lenten services or any memorial service.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle morning rain. And when you wake in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
– Anonymous
By Eleanor Daley
In Remembrance is the fourth movement from Award-winning, renowned Canadian composer Eleanor Daley's Requiem. The text is beautifully moving and set in an exquisite a cappella choral. Appropriate for Lenten services or any memorial service.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle morning rain. And when you wake in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
– Anonymous