Lieder (songs), Vol. III [antikvár]

English Translations BY HENRY S. DRINKER (Except for No. 18)1.Call of the Quail (Op. 68) (Sauter)Hear, over yonder afar in the vale: Fear the Lord! fear the Lord! Lovely the call of the quail! Hidden in green on a stalk of the corn, Calling to all to admonish and warn: Love the Lord! Love the Lord! He is so gentle, so good; Hark to his whistle afar in the wood: Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! You will receive your reward! See you the glorious fruit in the field? Brother forget not who gives it its yield: Thank the Lord! thank the Lord! Richly His bounty is poured! Storms and tornadoes the Lord sends to man:Pray to God! Pray to God!Fear not, 'tis part of His plan.Are you in terror that war may be near?Trust the Lord! Trust the Lord!Fear not, for He will be here!2.Her GraveThere is her tomb, who when the bloomof youth was fairest. Fell from the tree of life, the rarest ofall the flowers that bloom. There, there is her grave, She sleeps in peace beneath the beeches,And ah, no consolation reaches The sweet delight she gave,! There is her grave,From Heav'n she came to love and cheer me,How happy I while she was near me,And now, now who could be brave.There is her grave.And there will end our separation,By her, with her will I find consolation,The peace that now I crave.3.Night Violets (Mayrhofer)Eyes of violet, softly glowing! In the darkness, soulrefreshing. Blessed quiet, sink in slumber in yourvelvet blue, Leaves of azure gaily help you Lend you beauty, bright adorn you. Yet you seem so grave and silent, In the sweet soft breeze of spring. With your noble air of sadness. You have touched my heart of hearts; This, thruout the night, in silence, Weaves a holy bond between us.4.From Heliopolis (Op. 65, No. 3) (Mayrhofer)Amid the icy glitter Of regions raw and bitter, A city stands, the Land of Sun.102