The Edward E.

MacTaggart
Department of Music
Ms. Weinkauf studied with Dr. Theresa Bogard at the University of Marietta College
Wyoming at the young age of fourteen. At sixteen, Merewyn won the
Northwest Civic Young Artist Competition and made her debut with the
symphony performing Grieg’s Concerto in A Minor with the Northwest
Civic Orchestra in Cody, Wyoming. From there she earned her Bachelor
of Music in Piano Performance from East Texas Baptist University and
her Master of Music in Collaborative Piano from Baylor University,
where she studied with Dr. Elvia Puccinelli. Merewyn also has
additional studies in German Lieder from the University of Vienna,
Austria.
Ms. Weinkauf has been very active in her field in Ohio. She has twice
served as president of the local district of Ohio Music Teacher’s
Senior
Association and is currently the treasurer. She was the founder of the
Marietta College Sonatina Festival and won Woman of the Year Award
in 2011 at Marietta College. Merewyn has been sought after as an
Vocal Recital
adjudicator in the region, judging for West Virginia Music Teacher’s
Association and Ohio University’s Concerto Competition. She has
worked with Emmy Award Winner Tony Vincent and taught American
Tyler Hartline, bass
Popular Music at the University of International Relations in Beijing,
China. with

Merewyn Weinkauf, piano

Saturday, December 3, 2022 1:00 p.m.

Alma McDonough Auditorium
 Biographies

Tyler Jacob Hartline, from Marietta, OH, is a senior at Marietta College

(MC) and is pursuing a degree in Music Education and a certificate in
Vocal Pedagogy. Hartline is an active member of the MC community
and has held multiple leadership positions in his time there. Currently,
Hartline serves as President of the MC Music Honorary Society, Mu Psi
Kappa, Vice President of MC Collegiate National Association for Music
Education, Bass Section Leader for the MC Concert Choir, and
President of the MC Dungeons & Dragons Club. He has also served as
President of the MC Choirs, founding President of the MC
Boomwhacker Choir, and Vice President of the MC American Choral
Directors Association. Hartline also served as a substitute director for
the MC Choirs, including Concert Choir, Treble Choir, and Floodstage A
Cappella.
Additionally, he has performed with various ensembles, including
Concert Choir, Floodstage A Cappella, and Wind Ensemble. Hartline
recently performed as Rapunzel’s Prince and the Wolf in the college’s
production of Into the Woods. In the community, Hartline volunteers
with the Washington County 4-H Program as an advisor to the
Washington County Junior Fair Board and Dean of Men at Washington
County 4-H Camps. He has received multiple awards and recognitions.
Hartline was selected to participate in a conducting master class at the
Ohio Music Educators Association Professional Development
Conference, was a recipient of the Vocal Jury Prize, has received
Dean’s High Honors for multiple semesters, and was awarded the
Growing Home Fellowship. Hartline is currently studying voice with Dr.
Amy Yekel. He is excited to begin his student teaching semester and
start his career as a choral music educator.

Merewyn Weinkauf is an Assistant Professor of Music. Her nineteen-

year career Marietta College includes performing for young artists,
guest artists, and faculty recitals. She has performed recitals, both solo
and collaborative, in Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Colorado, Wyoming,
West Virginia, and all parts of Ohio. In addition to her playing, Ms.
Weinkauf teaches private piano students and music history at Marietta
College.

“Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir
gehn?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten
schön;
Meine Töchter führen den
nächtlichen Reihn
Und wiegen und tanzen
Und singen dich ein.”
Mein Vater, mein Vater,
Und siehst du nicht dort
Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort?
Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es
genau,
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so
grau.
“Ich liebe dich,
Mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt,
Und bist du nicht willig,
so brauch ich Gewalt.”
Mein Vater, mein Vater,
Jetzt fasst er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan!
Dem Vater grauset’s, er reitet
geschwind,
Er hält in Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof
Mit Müh und Not;
In seinem Armen das Kind war tot.
“Will you, handsome boy, come
Program
with me? My daughters will take
good care of you, My daughters, Tyler Hartline
they lead the nightly dance and
will rock and dance I.
And sing you to sleep.” Date abbiento al mio dolore Stefano Donaudy
Perduta ho la speranza (1879-1925)
Vaghissima sembianza
My father, my father, II.
Do you not see Auf dem Kirchofe Johannes Brahms
The Erlking’s daughters in yonder from Brahms’ Fünf Lieder, Op. 105 (1888) (1833-1897)
dark? Die Mainacht
My son, my son, I see it plainly, from Brahms’ 4 Songs, Op. 43 (1868)
It is the old grey willow gleaming. Dien blaues Auge
III.
“I love you, Noël des enfants qui n’ont plus de maisons (1916) Claude Debussy
Your beauteous form attracts me; Les cloches (1862-1918)
And if you are unwilling, from Debussy’s Deux romances (1891)
I will use force.”
IV.
My father, my father, IV: Confidence Edward MacDowell
Now he takes hold of me, V: The West-wind croons in the Cedar-trees (1860-1908)
The Erlking has hurt me! VI: In the Woods
The father shudders, he rides V II: The Sea
apace, VIII: Through the Meadow
Holding the moaning child in his from 8 Songs, Op. 47 (1893)
arms;
He reaches the homestead
Erlkönig (1815) Franz Schubert
With desperate effort;
In his arms the child was dead.
(1797-1828)
This recital is performed in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the
degree of Bachelor of Music in Music Education.
 Program Notes by Tyler Hartline that distant peal
Ce lointain appel brought to mind the Christian
Me remémorait la blancheur whiteness
This recital opens with three Italian arias by early twentieth-century
chrétienne of altar flowers.
composer Stefano Donaudy. The arias come from the 36 Arie di Stile
Des fleurs de l’autel.
Antico (36 Arias in Antique Style), the composer’s only surviving literature Those bells spoke of happy years,
in modern performances, and each center around themes of lost love Ces cloches parlaient d’heureuses and in the great woods,
and longing. Alberto Donaudy, the composer’s brother, wrote the text for années, seemed to turn green again the
each of the arias. The first selection, “Date abbiento al mio dolore”, tells Et dans le grand bois, faded leaves
of the narrator’s desire to be forgiven by their love after being unfaithful. Semblaient reverdir les feuilles fanées of days gone by.
The second selection, “Perduta ho la speranza”, speaks of the narrator’s Des jours d’autrefis
lost faith in love and hope. The last selection, “Vaghissima sembianza”, Erlking
tells of the narrator seeing a painting of his lost love and his longing for Erlkönig Who rides so late through night
the woman who has died. Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und and wind?
Wind? It is a father with his child;
The next set features three German lieder, or art song, by mid-Romantic
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind; He has the boy there in his arms,
composer Johannes Brahms. The first selection, “Auf dem Kirchhofe”,
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm, He clasps him safely, and holds
comes from Brahms’ Fünf Lieder, Op. 105 (1888). The text speaks of a
Er fast ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm. him warm.
stormy day in a graveyard and the emotional experience of the narrator.
The second selection, “Die Mainacht”, comes from Brahms’ 4 Songs, Op. My son,
43 (1868). The text sees the narrator wandering in the night, longing for Mein Sohn,
Was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht? Why do you hide your face so
love and an end to loneliness. The last selection, “Dein blaues Auge”, fearfully?
comes from Brahms’ 8 Lieder and Songs, Op. 59 (1873). The text Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif? Father, do you not see the Erlking?
expresses the narrators love and peace after a troubled past. The Erlking with his crown and
Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif.
The recital continues with two French art songs by impressionist train?
composer Claude Debussy. The first selection, “Noël des enfants qui My son, it is a streak of mist.
n’ont plus de maisons” (1916), was Debussy’s last song and was written “Sweet child, come away with me!
in protest of the German invasion of France during World War I. The “Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel ich mit dir; Such lovely games I will play with
composer wrote the text for the song and stated that “Not a word of this you;
text must be lost, inspired as it is by the rapacity of our enemies. It is the Manch bunte Blumen sind an dem
Strand, There are many pretty flowers on
only way I have to fight the war.” The art song serves as a reminder the bank;
during this holiday season that some parents cannot be home with their Meine Mutter hat manch gülden
Gewand.” My mother has many a golden
families and not all children have beds to sleep in. The second selection, robe.”
“Les cloches”, comes from Debussy’s Deux romances (1891). The text
speaks of peace and remembering happier years. My father, my father, do you not
Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du
The final set of the recital features five songs from American composer nicht, hear
Edward MacDowell’s 8 Songs, Op. 47 (1893). The text for “IV: Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? What the Erlking is softly
Confidence” talks of love that defies all odds. The text for “V: The West- Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind; promising to me?
wind croons in the Cedar-trees” speaks of a day gone by pondering the In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. Be calm, stay calm, my child;
love or scorn of another. The text for “VI: In the Woods” was inspired It is the wind rustling in the dry
leaves.
et le vieux pauvre qui
n’a pas pu s’en aller!
Nous n’avons plus de maisons!
Les ennemis ont tout pris,
tout pris, tout pris,
jusqu’à notre petit lit!
Bien sûr! Papa est à la guerre,
pauvre maman est morte!
Avant d’avoir vu tout ça.
Qu’est-ce que l’on va faire?
Noël! Petit Noël!
N’allez pas chez eux,
n’allez plus jamais chez eux.
Punissez-les!
Vengez les enfants de France!
Les petits Belges, les petits Serbes,
et les petits Polonais aussi!
Si nous en oublions, pardonnez-nous.
Noël! Noël!
Surtout, pas de joujoux,
tâchez de nous redonner le pain
quotidien.
Noël! Écoutez-nous,
nous n’avons plus de petits sabots:
Mais donnez la victoire aux enfants
de France!
Les cloches
Les feuilles s’ouvraient
sur le bord des branches,
Délicatement,
Les cloches tintaient, légères et
franches,
Dans le ciel clément.
Rythmique et fervent comme une
antienne,
and the poor old man who
could not get away!
We have no homes!
The enemy has take everything.,
everything, everything. even our
little beds!
Of course! Papa is away at war,
poor mama is dead!
Before she could see all of that.
What are we to do now?
Christmas! Little Father
Christmas: Never visit their
homes, never go to their homes
again.
Punish them!
Avenge the children of France!
The little Belgians, the little Serbs,
and the little Poles too!
If we’ve forgotten any, forgive us.
Christmas! Father Christmas!
Above all no toys,
try to give us again our daily
bread.
Christmas! Hear us,
we have no little shoes left:
But give victory to the children
of France!
The bells
The leaves opened
on the edges of the branches,
delicately,
the bells pealed, light and clear,
in the mild sky.
Rhythmic and fervent like an
anthem,
after Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and tells of love found and proven
false in the woods at night. The text for “VII: The Sea” tells the story of
a sailor who is lost at sea and his lover crying in vain on the shore. The
text for the last selection, “VIII: Through the Meadow”, speaks of two
lovers and the trials of walking through the meadow lands.
Classical composer Franz Schubert composed the final song of the
recital, “Erlkönig” (1815). The German text was written by Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe and has been set by several composers, though
Schubert’s setting remains the most famous and popular. The story
describes a father and son riding through the forest at night while being
chased by the Erlking. The art song features four characters: the
narrator, the father, the son, and the Erlking. This composition is full of
text painting and artistry and will be remembered as one of the
greatest art songs in Western music history.
Translations
Date abbiento al mio dolore… Give aid to my sorrow…
Date abbiento al mio dolore, Give aid to my sorrow,
care luci disdegnose, dear disdainful eyes,
poi che un vostro sguardo pose since a glance of yours put
dolci pene nel mio cuore. sweet pains in my heart.
Per le pene dell’amore Through the pains of love
voi sapete, luci care, you know, dear eyes,
ciò che val d’essere avare what it is worth to deny
d’un sol sguardo adulatore. a single adoring glance.
Date abbiento al mio dolore! Give aid to my sorrow!
Perduta ho la speranza… I have lost the hope…
Perduta ho la speranza in voi mira- I have lost the hope of seeing you,
re, and with hope alone I was
e di speranza sola nourishing my heart!
nutrivo il core!
Ahimè! Ah! come farò, se per Alas! Ah, what will I do, if through
amare, loving
la fede ho già smarrita, I have already lost faith,
la fede nell’amore? my faith in love?
Vaghissima sembianza…
Vaghissima sembianza
d’antica donna amata,
chi, dunque, v’ha ritratta
con tanta simiglianza ch’io guardo,
e parlo, e credo d’avervi
a me davanti come ai bei dì
d’amor?
La cara rimembranza che in
cor mi s’è destata sì ardente
v’ha già fatta rinascer la speranza,
che un bacio, un voto, un grido
d’amore
più non chiedo che a lei che
muta è ognor.
Auf dem Kirchhofe
The day was cold with rain
and dark with storm,
by many lone forgotten
graves I wandered.
A mass of crumbling stones,
die Kränze alt,
die Namen überwachsen,
kaum zu lesen.
Der Tag ging sturmbewegt
und regenschwer,
auf allen Gräbern
fror das Wort: Gewesen.
Wie sturmestot
die Särge schlummerten,
Auf allen Gräbern taute still:
Genesen.
Die Mainacht
Wann der silberne Mond
durch die Gesträuche blinkt
Most charming semblance…
Most charming semblance
of my formerly loved woman,
who, then,has portrayed you
with such a likeness that I gaze,
and speak, and believe to have you
before me as in the beautiful days
of love?
The cherished memory which in
my heart has been awakened so
ardently
has already revived hope there,
so that a kiss, a vow, a cry of love
I no longer ask except of her who
is forever silent
In the Churchyard
The day was cold with rain
and dark with storm,
by many lone forgotten
graves I wandered.
A mass of crumbling stones,
the wreaths long dead,
the names that once were carved
there,
now obscured or gone.
The day was dark with storm
and cold with rain,
on every grave
these ominous words: ‘Tis ended.
The storm has passed
and all is calm once more,
on every grave a stillness lies:
Redeemed.
The May Night
When the silvery moon
gleams through the shrubbery
und sein schlummerndes Licht
über den Rasen streut,
und die Nachtigall flötet,
Wandl ich traurig von Busch zu
Busch.
Überhüllet vom Laub
girret en Taubenpaar
sein Entzücken mir vor;
aber ich wende mich,
suche dunklere Schatten,
und die einsame Träne rinnt.
Wann, o lächelndes Bild,
Welches wie Morgenrot
durch die Seele mir strahlt,
find ich auf Erden dich?
Und die einsame Träne
Bebt mir heißer die Wang herab.
Dein blaues Auge
Dein blaues Auge hält so still,
ich blicke bis zum Grund.
Du fragst ch, was ich sehen will?
Ich sehe mich gesund.
Es brannte mich ein glühend Paar,
noch schmerzt das Nachgefühl:
das deine ist wie See so klar
und wie ein See so kühl.
Noël des enfants qui n’ont plus de
maisons
Nous n’avons plus de maisons!
Les ennemis ont tout pris,
tout pris, tout pris,
jusqu’à notre petit lit!
Ils ont brûlé l’école
et notre maître aussi.
Ils ont brûlé l’église
et monsieur Jésus-Christ
and scatters its slumbering
light over the grass,
and the nightingale warbles,
I wander sadly from bush to bush.
Shrouded by foliage,
a pair of doves coos
their enchantments in front of me;
but I turn away—
I seek darker shadows,
and the solitary tear falls.
When, o smiling image,
which like the sunrise
beams through my soul,
shall I find you on earth?
And the solitary tear
Trembles more hotly down my cheek
Your blue eyes
Your blue eyes hold so still,
I look into their depths.
You ask me what I want to see?
I see myself well again.
One blazing pair of eyes burned me,
the feeling from it still hurts.
Those—yours—are as clear as alake
and, like a sea, so cool.
Christmas carol for homeless
children
We have no homes!
The enemy has take everything,
everything, everything,
even our little beds!
They have burned the school
and our schoolmaster too.
They have burned the church
and Mr. Jesus Christ