Christ is arisen,
Redeem’d from decay.
The bonds which imprison
Your souls, rend away!
Praising the Lord with zeal,
By deeds that love reveal,
Like brethren true and leal
Sharing the daily meal,
To all that sorrow feel
Whisp’ring of heaven’s weal,
Still is the Master near,
Still is He here!
BEFORE THE GATE
Promenaders of all sorts pass out.
Why choose ye that direction, pray?
To the hunting-lodge we’re on our way.
We toward the mill are strolling on.
A walk to Wasserhof were best.
The road is not a pleasant one.
What will you do?
I’ll join the rest.
Let’s up to Burghof, there you’ll find
The prettiest maidens and the best of beer,
And brawls of a prime sort.
You scapegrace! How?
Your skin still itching for a row?
Thither I will not go, I loathe the place.
No, no! I to the town my steps retrace.
Near yonder poplars he is sure to be.
And if he is, what matters it to me!
With you he’ll walk, he’ll dance with none but you,
And with your pleasures what have I to do?
Today he will not be alone, he said
His friend would be with him, the curly-head.
Why how those buxom girls step on!
Come, brother, we will follow them anon.
Strong beer, a damsel smartly dress’d,
Stinging tobacco—these I love the best.
Look at those handsome fellows there!
’Tis really shameful, I declare;
The very best society they shun,
After those servant-girls forsooth, to run.
SECOND STUDENT (to the first)
Not quite so fast! for in our rear,
Two girls, well-dress’d, are drawing near;
Not far from us the one doth dwell,
And, sooth to say, I like her well.
They walk demurely, yet you’ll see,
That they will let us join them presently.