xii
His kingdom is the unity of souls
In the rhythm of dance,
His silence resounds in laughter
And the rejoicing reeds,
His touch releases from care,
When the weary reveler rests
And around his head wreathed in ivy
Entwine the cool vine-tendrils of sleep.
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