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Tenor-solo: Von dem Greis geleitet, Mit dem Sonnenstrahl, Kommt die Mädchenrose Jetzt zur Mühl' im Tal. Totengräber: Auf dieser Bank, von Linden Beschattet, harre mein! Rose: Gesegne Gott den Schritt! So soll das höchste Glück auf Erden, Das heissersehnte, mir doch werden, Teilnehmen wird an meinem Schmerz, An meiner Lust ein Elternherz?- Totengräber: Komm, liebes Kind, zu uns herein! Müller: Wie, ist es Täuschung, ist es Schein? Müllerin: Der Tochter gleicht sie auf ein Haar. Rose: Mir ist so selig - wunderbar. Totengräber: Nun, liebe Leute, hatt' ich Recht? Müller: Bewährt ist stets, was Ihr auch sprecht. Totengräber: Ist's nicht ein schmuckes Mägdelein Der Rose gleich, so zart und fein? Müller: Aus ihren Augen spricht es laut: Wohl bin ich wert, dass ihr mir traut. Müllerin: So fülle denn in Brust und Haus Den leeren Platz der Toten aus! Rose: O Wonne, o du Himmelslust, Ihr nehmt mich an die Elternbrust. Nehmt meiner Liebe ganzen Schatz, Nur lasst mir diesen teuren Platz. Müller und Müllerin: O Wonne, o du Himmelslust, Wir halten dich an uns'rer Brust, Wir geben dir den besten Platz, Sei deine Liebe uns Ersatz. Totengräber: O Wonne, o du Himmelslust, Sie ruht an treuer Elternbrust; So wird ihr doch an diesem Platz Für manches Leiden nun Ersatz.
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Authorship:
- by Moritz Horn (1814 - 1874) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856), "Von dem Greis geleitet", op. 112 no. 13, published 1852 [ solo voices, chorus, and piano ], from oratorio Der Rose Pilgerfahrt, no. 13, Leipzig, Kistner [sung text checked 1 time]
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2004-07-30
Line count: 50
Word count: 210
Tenor solo: Led by the old man, With the sunbeams, The girl-rose comes To the mill in the valley. Gravedigger: Upon this bench, by lime trees Shaded, await me! Rose: May God bless your footsteps! So shall the greatest happiness on earth, Much longed for, yet come to me, That a parent's heart shall partake Of my sorrows and my joys? Gravedigger: Dear child, come in to us! Miller: How can this be? Is it an illusion? Miller's wife: She looks exactly like our daughter. Rose: I am so happy - it's wonderful. Gravedigger: Now, dear people, was I right? Miller: Whatever you say turns out to be true. Gravedigger: Is she not a fine-looking girl? Just like a rose, so delicate and pretty? Miller: One can read it clearly in her eyes: I am worthy of your trust. Miller's wife: Therefore, in our bosom and our house, Fill the empty place of the deceased. Rose: Oh rapture, oh you joy of heaven, You take me to your bosom as parents; Take the whole treasure of my love, Only let me remain in this dear place. Miller and Miller's wife: Oh rapture, oh you joy of heaven, We hold you to our bosom, We give you the best place May your love be a replacement for us. Gravedigger: Oh rapture, oh you joy of heaven, She rests upon the bosom of loyal parents; Thus in this place she shall find Recompense now for many a sorrow.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Moritz Horn (1814 - 1874)
This text was added to the website: 2009-09-08
Line count: 50
Word count: 246