Am I, O god! O wond’rous deity!
Ravish’d, brimful of thy divinity and thee!
To my (once infidel) believing eyes
Bacchus unveils entire his sacred mysteries.
Movements confus’d of joy and fear
Hurry me I know not where.
With boldness all divine the god inspires;
With what a pleasing fury am I fill’d!
Such raging fires
Never the Menades in Thracian caves beheld.