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Hob XXI, 3 III,3: See how the swift youth rush.

JANE
See how the swift youth rush
To the hazel bush
the cheerful group of children swing
On every branch
And from the swaying bush
The ripe fruit rains like hail
SIMON
The young builder climbs here
along the tall trunk,
nimbly up the ladder.
From the top that covers it
he sees his sweetheart drawing nigh,
and meet her step
then flies in a sweet joke
the edge of the nut.
LUCAS
Stand around every tree in the garden
the girls big and little
the fruit that they pick
same fresh color.
 

Hob XXI 3, III, 2 So nature the work rewards.

TRIO WITH CHORUS
SIMON
So nature the work rewards,
calls him, smiles at him

Hob XXI, 3 The seasons, Part One: The spring.

1. INTRODUCTION
Largo - Vivace
(The introduction depicts the passage of Winter to Spring)
RECITATIVE
Simon:
See how stern Winter flies,
he goes to the distant pole.
The blasting host of furious tempests
follows it, at its call,
howling awfully.
Lukas:
See how the melted snow runs down
in muddy streams in front of the steep rock!
Jane:
See how she comes from the south,
sweetly attracted by the lukewarm winds,
the herald of the spring.
2. CHORUS OF COUNTRY-PEOPLE.
Country-folk
Come, gentle spring!
Gift of heaven, come!
Awaken nature
From her death sleep!
Lasses and women
Gentle Spring is near,
already we feel the soft breath,
Son shall everything return to life.
Men:
Do not rejoice too soon,
often the winter, surrounded by fog,
creeps back and scatters
its black poison on bloom and germ.
All:
Come, gentle spring!
Gift of heaven, come!
Upon our meadows descend,
oh cone, gentle spring, oh come,
and delay no longer.
3. RECITATIVE
Simon:
From Aries now the bright sun
shines down upon us.
Now frost and fog give ground,
mild vapours hover all round

Hob XXI, II, 11: The dark clouds are parted.

TRIO AND CHORUS
LUCAS
The dark clouds are parted
the storms anger is stilled.
JANE
Before it sets,
the sun peeps out again
and, with the last ray
lights the fields bedecked with pearls.
SIMON
The fattened calf
satisfied and refreshed
returns to his usual cowhouse
LUCAS
The quail is clamouring for his mate
JANE
The cricket chirps within the grass
SIMON
The frog is croaking in the pool
LUCAS, JANE, SIMON
The vesper-bell rings out.
On high, shines the evening star,
inviting us to sweet repose.
MEN
Lasses, lads and women, come!
Golden slumbers now await us
For a pure heart, a healthy body
And a day’s labour wouch for that.
WOMEN
We’re coming, we’re coming, we’ll follow you
ALL
The vesper-bell rings out.
On high, shines the evening star,
inviting us to sweet repose.
 

Hob XXI 3 II, 9. Behold! In the sultry air.

RECITATIVE
SIMON
Behold! In the sultry air,
a pale cloud of mist and vapours
rises the high rim of the mountain-range.
Forced upwards, the cloud extends
and soon covers the whole sky
of black darkness.
LUKAS
Hark! From the valley a hollow rumble
heralds the raging storm!
See, how the baleful black cloud
slowly expands
and threatening sinks toward the plain!
HANNE
Nature’s life stands still
in fairful apprehension

Hob XXI, 3 II, 3: The dawn begins to shine.

RECITATIVE
Jane:
The dawn begins to shine
little clouds dissolve like smoke,
the sky’s resplendent in bright blue,
the mountain-peaks in fiery gold.
 
TRIO AND CHORUS
Jane:
The sun is rising, rising.
 
Jane, Lukas:
He is near, he is coming.
 
Jane, Lucas, Simon:
He is beaming, he is shining.
 
Chorus:
He shines resplendent on high
in flaming majesty
Hail to thee, o sun!
Thou source of light and life, all hail!
O thou, the soul, the eye of all the world,
fairest likeness of the Deity!
We gret thee tankfully!
 
Jane, Lukas, Simon:
Wo could express the joy
That in effusion from thee flow?
Wo could number all the blessings
thy goodness shovers upon us?
 
Chorus:
The joy! Wo could express it?
The blessings! Wo could number it?
Wo could express it?
Wo could number it? Who?
 
Jane:
We thank thee for giving joy.
 
Lukas:
We thank thee for giving life.
 
Simon:
We thank thee for giving health.
 
Jane, Lukas, Simon:
But firstly let us praise the Lord who gave thee power and might.
 
Chorus:
Hail to thee, o sun!!
Thou source of light and life, all hail!
Every voice acclams thee,
the Nature acclams thee.
 

Hob XXI, 3, 4: All around the folk now comes alive and move.

SIMON
All around the folk now comes alive and move

Hob XXI, 3 II, 7 Welcome now, o shady grove.

RECITATIVE
JANE:
Welcome now, o shady grove,
where the roof of an ancient oak
provides a cool umbrella,
and where the slender aspen’s leaves
whisper a soft rustle!
Near soft mosses the brook
runs here in bright waves,
And swarm of burring insects
dance gaily and confusely in the air.
The Zephir’s wing bears
the fragrant woodbine’s balmy scent,
and from from the nearby bush sounds
the sheperd-boy’s flageolet.
AIR
JANE:
What refreshment for the senses!
What a rest for the heart!
Flows through every vein,
and in every nerve runs
a refreshing feeling.
The soul awakes
to delightful enjoyment,
and new strength arises
by mild urge the chest.
 

Hob XXI, 3 The Seasons, 17 Air S: What refreshment for the sense!.

What refreshment for the sense!
what recovery fort he hearth!
A refreshing feeling
flows through every vein
and quakes in every nerve.
The soul awakes
to pleasure and delight
and hearts are gently lifted
to new strenght, new desires.
 

Hob XXI, 3 - 8. Song of Joy

JANE
How lovely is
the countryside
sight now!
Come, you lasses,
let us wander
trough the flowery fields!
LUCAS
How lovely is
the countryside
sight now!
Come, you lads,
let us wander
to the green grove!
JANE, LUCAS
How lovely is…
JANE
Look at the lilles, look at the roses,
look at all the flowers!
LUCAS
Look at the meadows, look at the shrubs,
look at all the fields!
CHORUS
How lovely is…
JANE
Look at the hearth,
look at the water
Look at the bright air!
LUCAS
All lives,
all heaves,
all bestirs itself.
JANE
See the lambs,
how they leap!
LUCAS
See the fish,
what a milling around!
JANE
See the bees,
how they swarm!
LUCAS
See the birds
what a fluttering!
CHORUS
All lives…
LASSES
What an happiness,
what a delight
swells our hearts!
LADS
Sweet sensations,
soft ecstasy
lift our chest!
SIMON
What you feel,
what delight you,
Is the breath of the Creator!
CHORUS
Let us honor,
let us thank,
let us praise him!
MEN
Let you reise,
in a song of thankgiving to him,
your voices.
CHORUS
Let’s reise
in a song of thankgiving to him,
our voices
 

Hob XXI, 3 9. Chorus Eternal, almighty, very kind God!.

CHORUS
Eternal, almighty, very kind God!
JANE, LUCAS, SIMON
From thy blessed table
hast thou fed us.
MEN
Almighty God!
JANE, LUCAS, SIMON
From the river of thy joy
hast thou quenched our thirst
very kind God!
CHORUS
Eternal, almighty, very kind God!
SIMON
Eternal!
LUCAS
Almighty!
JANE
Very kind Gott!
CHORUS
Honour, praise and glory be to thee,
Eternal, almighty, very kind God!
 

Hob XXI, 3 - 5. The farmer has fulfilled his task.

RECITATIVE T
Lucas:
The farmer has fulfilled his task
and spared himself no pains or care
He waits for his reward by nature's hand
and prays that heaven may grant it