Part 71 (1/2)

Already are heard

The prayers of the pious.

Why longer deny us?

The favouring zephyr

Forbids all delay.

CHORUS.

Away, then! away!

RINALDO.

With heart sadly stirr'd,

Your command I receive;

Ye force me to leave.

Unkind is the zephyr,--

Oh, wherefore not stay?

CHORUS.

Away, then! away!

1811.

----- THE FIRST WALPURGIS-NIGHT.

A DRUID.

SWEET smiles the May!

The forest gay

From frost and ice is freed;

No snow is found,

Glad songs resound

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.