There within hold revelry,There light thy flame in that congenial breast.He, with birth and beauty graced,The trembling client's champion, ne'er tongue-tied,Master of each manly taste,Shall bear thy conquering banners far and wide.Let him smile in triumph gay,True heart, victorious over lavish hand,By the Alban lake that day'Neath citron roof all marble shalt thou stand:Incense there and fragrant spiceWith odorous fumes thy nostrils shall salute;Blended notes thine ear entice,The lyre, the pipe, the Berecyntine flute: