III. — MARCH AND BACCHANAL.
Eva, Bacchus, the King ! Evoe, Bacchus, we sing !
Cymbal and thyrsua we bring, Evoe!
Leaving Cithmron in shade, Come with the Graces arrayed, Come with the Asian maid, Eva!
When Ariadne deplored Theseus her lover and lord, Thou wast the healer adored, Eva!
Semele's offspring divine, Giver of glorious wine, Gladness and madness are thine, Evoe !
Come, then, our King in thy pride, Come on thy panther astride, Choose thee our fairest for bride, Evoe She whom thou wilt shall enfold Thee with her tresses of gold, Sounding thy paean of old, Evoe !
• Written for a proposed musical production of Shakespeare's play of l'cricks, arranged by Mr. John Coleman.
Kiss her and lead her along, While we thy votaries throng Round with the mystical song, Eva !
October, 1883. HERMAN MERIVALR..
(To be continued.)
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