Believe me, together
The bright gods
come ever,
Still
as of old;
Scarce see I Bacchus, the giver
of joy,
Than comes up fair Eros, the laugh-loving
boy,
And
Phoebus, the stately, behold!
They come near
and nearer,
The heavenly
ones all-
The gods with
their presence
Fill earth
as their hall!
Say, how shall
I welcome,
Human and earthborn,
Sons
of the sky?
Pour out to me-pour the
full life that ye live!
What to ye, O ye gods! can the mortal
one give?
The joys can dwell
only
In Jupiters
palace-
Brimmed bright
with your nectar,
Oh, reach
me the chalice!
Hebe, the
chalice
Fill full to the
brim!
Steep his eyes-steep
his eyes in the bath of the dew,
Let him dream, while the Styx is
concealed from his view,
That the life
of the gods is for him!
It murmurs, it
sparkles,
The fount
of delight;
The bosom grows
tranquil-
The eye
becomes bright.
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