Morgengruß, Op. 3, No. 4 (Fanny Hensel)

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General Information

Title: Morgengruß, Op. 3, No. 4
Composer: Fanny Hensel
Lyricist: Wilhelm Hensel

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: German
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1846
    2nd published: 1879 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 349
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Original text and translations

German text 1  Schnell fliehen die Schatten der Nacht, hellblühen die Matten in Pracht. Hoch rauschet der Wald in dem Glanze, still lauschet ihm heimlich die Pflanze. In glitzernden, blitzenden Gauen, wie selig, den Morgen zu schauen. 2  Was fehlt noch dem goldenen Raum? Komm, Liebchen, erfülle den Traum. Mein Lied tönt in wonnigem Rauschen, o komm, wie die Blume zu lauschen. Es will dich mein bebendes Sehnen betauen mit seligen Tränen. Wie selig, den Morgen zu schauen.

English translation 1  Now vanish the shadows of night, And fair are the meadows, and bright, The treetops are waving their praises, Its head each meek floweret upraises, its head each meek floweret adorning, To greet thee, O glorious morning. 2  Yet morn seems to lack something still, Come, darling, my vision fulfil, Come hark to my loud joyful singing, The flowers would their sister be bringing, For thee, blessed tears will be thronging, The tears of my love and my longing.