William McClelland








These Last Gifts

for Mixed Chorus (S.A.T.B) a cappella

By strangers’ coasts and waters, many days at sea,
   I came here for the rites of your unworlding,
Bringing for you, the dead, these last gifts of the living
   And my words—vain sounds for the man of dust.
      Alas, my brother,
You have been taken from me. You have been taken from me,
   By cold chance turned a shadow, and my pain.
Here are the foods of the old ceremony, appointed
   Long ago for the starvelings under earth:
Take them: your brother’s tears have made them wet; and take
   Into eternity my hail and my farewell.

Poem by Catullus; translation by Robert Fitzgerald (printed with permission)
: ca. 5'00"

Click below for a pdf of the opening pages of the score:

Click here for a video of the world premiere of These Last Gifts
by Harmonium Chamber Singers conducted by Anne Matlack on
March 5, 2016.