What revel-rout is this? What noise is here?
What barb'rous discord strikes my ear?
What jarring sounds are these, that rage
Unholy on the Bacchic stage?
'Tis mine to sing in Bromius' praise—
'Tis mine to laud the god in dithyrambic lays—
As o'er the mountain's height,
The woodland Nymphs among,
I wing my rapid flight,
And tune my varied song,