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The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums ; Flush'd with a purple grace , He fhews his honeft face : III . The praise of Bacchus , then , the fweet musician fung ; Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young ...
The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums ; Flush'd with a purple grace , He fhews his honeft face : III . The praise of Bacchus , then , the fweet musician fung ; Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young ...
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