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DITHYRAMBIC.

Bacchus the wineflushed!
Youthful and bold,
Thou ever bloomest,
But we grow old!
Never a wrinkle
Furrows thy brow;
But thine adorers'
Locks are of snow.
Thy rosy garlands
Still keep their thorns;
Fiery the forehead
Thy vineleaf adorns.
Truly thou warmest,
But perhaps we may learn,
That Jove poor Semele
Loved but to burn.