And peace to adore thee, thou Spirit of Guiding Fire!

* * * * *

A God of Heaven is he,
And born in majesty;
Yet hath he mirth
In the joy of the Earth,

And he loveth constantly
Her who brings increase,
The Feeder of Children, Peace.
No grudge hath he of the great;
No scorn of the mean estate;
But to all that liveth His wine he giveth,
Griefless, immaculate;
Only on them that spurn
Joy, may his anger burn.

Love thou the Day and the Night;
Be glad of the Dark and the Light;
And avert thine eyes From the lore of the wise,
That have honour in proud men's sight.
The simple nameless herd of Humanity
Hath deeds and faith that are truth enough for me!

[_As the Chorus ceases, a party of the guards return, leading in the
midst of them_ DIONYSUS, _bound. The_ SOLDIER _in command stands forth,
as_ PENTHEUS, _hearing the tramp of feet, comes out from the Castle._]