Hearing about tall tales in literature and reading them are totally different things. Watching the Disney cartoons are just great, reading them, not as much greatness. I love literature, I want Berry to love it too, but this assignment of reading about exaggerated details of real people , not so much our cup of tea.
I think we would both prefer to read the real history and yet I know that I have to teach the literary devices that are included in this unit. Thankfully it is a very short unit and we will be finished with it before Christmas break, never to revisit it again.
The part of today’s lesson that brought tears to my eyes and great memories of hymns from the past, listening to Beethoven‘s 9th Symphony, and reading the words from the hymn written to accompany it. Beethoven finished this symphony in 1824 and eighty-three years later, Henry Van Dyke wrote the hymn that I grew up singing. Traditionally sung around Christmas it is definitely a year round anthem of praise to our Creator. Van Dyke was encouraging Christians to not lose faith. Science was questioning creation and many were falling under the spell. Beethoven wrote this symphony after losing his hearing completely and it is one of his most accomplished works. Science would indeed declare that this was a near impossibility and yet…
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!
All Thy works with joy surround Thee, earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee, center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Singing bird and flowing fountain call us to rejoice in Thee.
Thou art giving and forgiving, ever blessing, ever blessed,
Wellspring of the joy of living, ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our brother, all who live in love are Thine;
Teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine.
Mortals, join the happy chorus, which the morning stars began;
Father love is reigning o’er us, brother love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward, victors in the midst of strife,
Joyful music leads us sunward in the triumph song of life.