And distanced them oft, in climbing
To the highest round in fame;
While memory's bells are chiming
And ringing the cherished name.
Shout aloud and rejoice;
Let Bacchus now bring
His choicest of wines to her feet,
And pouring them o'er
With uplifted voice,
The Queen City's praises repeat.
The thirst of her muses Aganippi shall quench,
As they herald the city in songs,
While Clio, proud, from her bosom will wrench
The history that to it belongs.
Laugh aloud with wild glee,
Sing, and fill up your bowl,
Let toasts to her prowess arise;
May love enter in, and so on to the goal
Of the beauty in fair woman's eyes.
Ceres and Flora, their trophies will bring
And garland the city anew,
While 'round her the glory and honor doth cling,
Cincinnati—so brave and so true.
May laces and webs, from the looms of the land
Of the Orient, whose sun gilds our own,
Be lovingly sent, and with fair, lavish hand,
About her proud shoulders be thrown.
The pearl, and the ruby, and diamond shall gleam
To the highest round in fame;
While memory's bells are chiming
And ringing the cherished name.
Shout aloud and rejoice;
Let Bacchus now bring
His choicest of wines to her feet,
And pouring them o'er
With uplifted voice,
The Queen City's praises repeat.
The thirst of her muses Aganippi shall quench,
As they herald the city in songs,
While Clio, proud, from her bosom will wrench
The history that to it belongs.
Laugh aloud with wild glee,
Sing, and fill up your bowl,
Let toasts to her prowess arise;
May love enter in, and so on to the goal
Of the beauty in fair woman's eyes.
Ceres and Flora, their trophies will bring
And garland the city anew,
While 'round her the glory and honor doth cling,
Cincinnati—so brave and so true.
May laces and webs, from the looms of the land
Of the Orient, whose sun gilds our own,
Be lovingly sent, and with fair, lavish hand,
About her proud shoulders be thrown.
The pearl, and the ruby, and diamond shall gleam
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