The sweet contraltos follow in their course—
Ascending and descending with much force
And regulated emphasis, and then,
Uniting, send into the sunnied main
One burst of harmony! the god then leapt,
And—overwhelm’d with ecstasy—he wept.
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O, what a sight it must have been to see
Great Bacchus on his throne of ivory,
Reviewing those fair daughters of the moon,