Weep not Thalia! Maiden of Aganippe!
To you I turn in my desperate hours.
Hold me tender; your sweet embrace and grip
I feel in this life refreshing showers
Of love pulsing my every marrow.
I surrender my Spirit completely
To these songs of joy, so let the arrow
Of mirthfulness pierce this heart of mine-.
All saturnine and gloomy thoughts depart
From my soul that I may be a rampart
for life-affirming thought-currents sublime…