RECITATIVE
HE.
The cheerful Spring begins to-day,
Arise, my fair-one! come away.
RECITATIVE
S HE. Sweet music steals along the air —
Hark! — my beloved's voice I hear.
AIR
H E. Arise, my fair! and come away,
The cheerful Spring begins to-day;
Bleak Winter's gone, with all his train
Of chilling frosts and dropping ram:
Amidst the verdure of the mead
The primrose lifts her velveThead;
The warbling birds, the woods among,
Salute the season with a song;
The cooing turtle in the grove
Renews his tender tale of love;
The vines their infant tendrils shoot,
The fig-tree bends with early fruit;
All welcome in the genial ray:
Arise, my fair! and come away.
CHORUS.
All welcome in the genial ray:
Arise, O fair-one! come away.
DUET.
Together let us range tire fields,
Impearled with the morning dew,
Or view the fruits the vineyard yields,
Or the apple's clustering bough;
There in close-embower'd shades,
Impervious to the noon-tide ray,
By tinkling rills, on rosy beds,
We'll love the sultry hours away.
RECITATIVE.
H E. How lovely art thou to the sight,
For pleasure form'd and sweet delight!
Tall as the palm-tree is thy shape,
Thy breasts are like the clustering grape.
AIR.
Let me, Love! thy bole ascending,
On the swelling clusters feed,
With my grasp the vine-tree bending
In my close embrace shall bleed.
Stay me with delicious kisses
From thy honey-dropping mouth,
Sweeter than the summer breezes
Blowing from the genial south.
RECITATIVE.
S HE. O that a sister's specious name
Conceal'd from prying eyes my flame!
Uncensur'd then I'd own my love,
And chastest virgins should approve;
Then fearless to my mother's bed
My seeming brother would I lead;
Soft transports should the hours employ,
And the deceit should crown the joy.
air
Soft! I adjure you by the Fawns
That bound across the flowery lawns,
Ye Virgins! that ye lightly move,
Nor with your whispers wake my love.
RECITATIVE.
H E. My fair's a garden of delight,
Enclos'd and hid from vulgar sight,
Where streams from bubbling fountains stray,
And roses deck the verdant way.
AIR.
Softly arise, O Southern Breeze!
And kindly fan the blooming trees,
Upon my spicy garden blow,
That sweets from every part may flow.
CHORUS.
Ye Southern Breezes! gently blow,
That sweets from every part may flow.
HE.
The cheerful Spring begins to-day,
Arise, my fair-one! come away.
RECITATIVE
S HE. Sweet music steals along the air —
Hark! — my beloved's voice I hear.
AIR
H E. Arise, my fair! and come away,
The cheerful Spring begins to-day;
Bleak Winter's gone, with all his train
Of chilling frosts and dropping ram:
Amidst the verdure of the mead
The primrose lifts her velveThead;
The warbling birds, the woods among,
Salute the season with a song;
The cooing turtle in the grove
Renews his tender tale of love;
The vines their infant tendrils shoot,
The fig-tree bends with early fruit;
All welcome in the genial ray:
Arise, my fair! and come away.
CHORUS.
All welcome in the genial ray:
Arise, O fair-one! come away.
DUET.
Together let us range tire fields,
Impearled with the morning dew,
Or view the fruits the vineyard yields,
Or the apple's clustering bough;
There in close-embower'd shades,
Impervious to the noon-tide ray,
By tinkling rills, on rosy beds,
We'll love the sultry hours away.
RECITATIVE.
H E. How lovely art thou to the sight,
For pleasure form'd and sweet delight!
Tall as the palm-tree is thy shape,
Thy breasts are like the clustering grape.
AIR.
Let me, Love! thy bole ascending,
On the swelling clusters feed,
With my grasp the vine-tree bending
In my close embrace shall bleed.
Stay me with delicious kisses
From thy honey-dropping mouth,
Sweeter than the summer breezes
Blowing from the genial south.
RECITATIVE.
S HE. O that a sister's specious name
Conceal'd from prying eyes my flame!
Uncensur'd then I'd own my love,
And chastest virgins should approve;
Then fearless to my mother's bed
My seeming brother would I lead;
Soft transports should the hours employ,
And the deceit should crown the joy.
air
Soft! I adjure you by the Fawns
That bound across the flowery lawns,
Ye Virgins! that ye lightly move,
Nor with your whispers wake my love.
RECITATIVE.
H E. My fair's a garden of delight,
Enclos'd and hid from vulgar sight,
Where streams from bubbling fountains stray,
And roses deck the verdant way.
AIR.
Softly arise, O Southern Breeze!
And kindly fan the blooming trees,
Upon my spicy garden blow,
That sweets from every part may flow.
CHORUS.
Ye Southern Breezes! gently blow,
That sweets from every part may flow.