The Jubilee

THE JUBILEE

" Master of your wounded heart, regent of your pleasure!
We that long defied your art, tamed Moods at leisure,
All with you, nor now apart, would tread out our measure. "

" Welcome, equal powers benign, quit of ancient madness!
Dance with me beneath the vine, not ungentle Sadness;
Link your little hand in mine soberly, my Gladness. "
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