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MICHAEL CSOKONAI.
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TO BACCHUS.

Evoé!



Evoé!
Bacchus! Evan! Evoé!
Evoé!

Bacchus! fill up the spirit with glee!
What though the snows of the winter may fall―
Bring wine to me!
Bring wine to me―bring wine to all!

Evoé!

Single voice.


Bacchus! with cheerful voice,
Praise to thee devotion brings;
Where thou art the heavens rejoice,
And the earth sings.
Swarms of joys our bosoms give,
Each harmonious as a bee;
In thy life alone we live.

Evoé!

Chorus.
Evoé!

Bacchus! Evan! Evoé!

&c., &c., &c.