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NCE more I join the Thespian quire, And taste th' inspiring fount again: O parent of the Græcian lyre, Admit me to thy secret strain And lo! with ease my step invades The pathless vale and opening shades, Till now I spy her verdant seat, And now at large I drink the sound, While these her offspring, list'ning round, By turns her melody repeat.

I see Author:Anacreon smile and sing: His silver tresses breathe perfume; His cheek displays a second spring Of roses taught by wine to bloom. Away,