Hymn LIV: To Silenus, Satyrus, and the Priestesses of Bacchus

Great nurse of Bacchus, to my pray'r incline,
Silenus, honour'd by the pow'rs divine ;
And by mankind at the triennial feast
Illustrious demon, reverenc'd as the best :
Holy, august, the source of lawful rites,
Phrenetic pow'r, whom vigilance delights ;
Surrounded by thy nurses young and fair,
Naiads and Bacchic Nymphs who ivy bear,
With all thy Satyrs on our incense shine,
Demons wild-form'd, and bless the rites divine.
Come, rouse to sacred joy thy pupil king,
And Brumal Nymphs with rites Lenaean bring ;
Our orgies shining thro' the night inspire,
And bless, triumphant pow'r, the sacred choir.