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FRANCISCO MARTINEZ DE LA ROSA.
BACCHANALIAN.
In chorus we sing, of wine, sweet wine,
Its power benign, and its flavour divine.
Against power so sweet
No guard is secure,
Nor gate, nor yet wall,
Nor will castle endure,
Nor doubtings, nor watchings,
How strict or demure.
Chorus.
With thee the fair maiden
Shows herself fairer,
With thee has the matron
New beauty to glare her;
Ev'n the sad widow
Finds love an ensnarer.
Chorus.
With thee the poor captive,
Though heavy his chains,
Ne'er feels in his feasting
Or torments or pains,
But a place with his lord
As an equal he gains.
Chorus.
