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O fountain of Bandusia!

Whence crystal waters flow,

With garlands gay and wine I'll pay

The sacrifice I owe;

A sportive kid with budding horns

I have, whose crimson blood

Anon shall dye and sanctify

Thy cool and babbling flood.

O fountain of Bandusia!

The Dog-star's hateful spell

No evil brings into the springs

That from thy bosom well;

Here oxen, wearied by the plow,

The roving cattle here

Hasten in quest of certain rest,

And quaff thy gracious cheer.

O fountain of Bandusia!

Ennobled shalt thou be,

For I shall sing the joys that spring

Beneath yon ilex-tree.

Yes, fountain of Bandusia,

Posterity shall know

The cooling brooks that from thy nooks

Singing and dancing go.