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      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 Jupiter's 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.