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The First Walpurgis-Night

A

ID.

ET smiles the May!  The forest

From frost and ice is freed;  No snow is found,  Glad songs

Across the verdant mead.  Upon the height  The snow lies light,

Yet thither now we go,

There to extol our Father's name,

Whom we for ages know.

Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;

Thus pure the heart will grow.

HE

DS.

Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;

Extol we now our Father's name,

Whom we for ages know!

Up, up, then, let us go!

NE OF

HE

LE.

Would ye, then, so rashly act?

Would ye instant death attract?

Know ye not the cruel

Of the victors we obey?

Round about are placed their

In the sinful heathen's way.

Ah! upon the lofty

Wife and children slaughter they;

And we

Hasten to a certain fall.

US OF

EN.

Ay, upon the camp's high

All our children loved they slay.

Ah, what cruel victors they!

And we

Hasten to a certain fall.

A

ID.  Who fears to-day  His rites to pay,

Deserves his chains to wear.  The forest's free!  This wood take we,

And straight a pile prepare!  Yet in the wood  To stay 'tis

By day, till all is still,

With watchers all around us

Protecting you from ill.

With courage fresh, then let us

Our duties to fulfil.

US OF

RS.

Ye valiant watchers, now

Your numbers through the forest wide,

And see that all is still,

While they their rites fulfil.

A

ER.

Let us in a cunning wise,

Yon dull Christian priests

With the devil of their

We'll those very priests confound.

Come with prong, and come with fork.

Raise a wild and rattling

Through the livelong night, and

All the rocky passes round.

Screechowl, owl,

Join in chorus with our howl!

US OF

RS.

Come with prong, and come with fork,

Like the devil of their talk,

And with wildly rattling sound,

Prowl the desert rocks around!

Screechowl, owl,

Join in chorus with our howl!

A

ID.  Thus far 'tis right.  That we by

Our Father's praises sing;  Yet when 'tis day,  To Thee we mayA heart unsullied bring.  'Tis true that now,  And often,

Fav'rest the foe in fight.

As from the smoke is freed the blaze,

So let our faith burn bright!

And if they crush our golden ways,

Who e'er can crush Thy light?

A

AN

ER.

Comrades, quick! your aid afford!

All the brood of hell's abroad;

See how their enchanted

Through and through with flames are glowing!

Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms,

On in quick succession going!

Let us, let us haste to fly!

Wilder yet the sounds are growing,

And the archfiend roars on high;

From the

Hellish vapours rise around.

US OF

AN

RS.

Terrible enchanted forms,

Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms!

Wilder yet the sounds are growing!

See, the archfiend comes, all-glowing!

From the

Hellish vapours rise around!

US OF

DS.

As from the smoke is freed the blaze,

So let our faith burn bright!

And if they crush our golden ways,

Who e'er can crush Thy light?

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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832) was a German writer and statesman. His works include: four novels; epic and lyric po…

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