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CIRCE.
Now, Gryllus, we may seek our ancient home
In my enchanted isle.

GRYLLUS.
Not yet, not yet.
Good signs are toward of a joyous supper.
Therein the modern world may have its glory,
And I, like an impartial judge, am ready
To do it ample justice. But, perhaps,
As all we hitherto have seen are shadows,
So too may be the supper.

CIRCE.
Fear not, Gryllus.
That you will find a sound reality,
To which the land and air, seas, lakes, and rivers,
Have sent their several tributes. Now, kind friends,
Who with your smiles have graciously rewarded
Our humble but most earnest aims to please,
And with your presence at our festal board
Will charm the winter midnight, Music gives
The signal: Welcome and old wine await you.

THE CHORUS.
Shadows to-night have offered portraits true
Of many follies which the world enthral.
“Shadows we are, and shadows we pursue:”
But in the banquet's well-illumined hall,
Realities, delectable to all,
Invite you now our festal joy to share.
Could we our Attic prototype recal,
One compound word should give our bill of fare:
But where our language fails, our hearts true welcome bear.