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Rh Or a teacher of choirs who forgets his position and damages Hecate's shrines:

Or the robber of poets, the mere politician, who spites us with pitiful fines

Because we have suitably made him absurd in the God's traditional rhyme:

Behold, I give word: and again give word: and give word for the third, last time:

Make room, all such, for our dance and song.—Up, you, and give us a lay

That is meet for our mirth-making all night long and for this great festival day.

Forth fare all;

This mead's bowers

Bear fresh flowers;

Forth, I call.

Leap, mock, dance, play;

Enough and to spare we have feasted to-day!

March: raise high

Her whose hands

Save these lands;

Raise due cry:

Maid, Maid, save these,

Tho' it may not exactly Thorycion please!

One hymn to the Maiden; now raise ye another

To the Queen of the Fruits of the Earth.

To Demeter the Corn-giver, Goddess and Mother,

Make worship in musical mirth.