Hu weh! mir ist des Tages bang! Tret ich hinaus in den schweigenden Bergwald Den kaum das erste Frühlicht erhellet, Wehe! noch lagert die Hitze von Gestern Ueber versengtetn Moos und Gesträuch. Ah me! what a dull day it is! If I go out in the wood on the mountain When the tops shine in the earliest sunlight, Ah! there still lingers the dry heat of yestern On the singed mosses and withering shrubs, And all around me come midges by thousands, Stinging and bold, As if the hot sun were sprinkling in sparkles. Wide gaping crevices split the earth round us; Grass dries to hay before they can mow it, And in the air sweeps _Dust_ .... Ah me! what a dull day it is! If I seek by the trunk of the giant-grown beech-tree A cool place to sit on the rough-hewn stone bench, Where by the eight-cornered slab of the table The brethren merrily rest in the forest, Ah! there the stone rays a heat that is horrible, Cannot endure me! All because I, when just seated, so nimbly Jumped in a hurry. Grasshoppers sit, sound asleep, by the road-side Quiet as can be. _Dull_ .... Ah me! what a dull day it is! These are the times, hey, when people and cattle Are scorching red-hot like the irons in a smithy! Pour on them drops or long floods of cold water, All would be swallowed and nothing be quenched. Ah!--hey!--the matin bell still is a-ringing, And I'm seized with a powerful yearning already To go to the cloister, and down to the cellar! Whether I'll tarry there steadily drinking Until the night comes, Or a loud clattering thunder in heaven Breaks up this wearisome terrible heat, I don't know, Only my thirst is _Dreadful_ .... Ah me! what a dull day it is. THE MAULBRONN FUGUE. --'Wem das Kloster Maulbrunn bekandt, der hats können mit seinen Augen sehen, wie in dem Vorhoff selbiger schönen erbauten Kirchen oben im Schwibbogen unter anderen Gemälden auch eine Gans abgemalt steht, an welcher eine Fläsch, Bratwürst, Bratspiss und dergleichen hangen, neben einer zur nassen Andacht gar wohl componirten Fuga folgenden Tenors mit ihrem unterlegten Text, gleichwohl nur den initialibus literis A. V. K. L. W. H. welches villeicht dieser durstigen Münch und Religiosen Commentarius gewest, über das Hohelied Salomonis: Comedite amici et bibite et inebriamini charissimi, &c., &c.'--Tob. Wagner, Evangel. Censur der Besoldischen Motiven, &c. Tübingen, 1640. [Illustration: All Voll Keiner Leer Wein Her]