The Chorus, addressing the landscape before them, expostulate with the
sacred stream in which the infant god was dipped for not accepting the
divinity whose mystic name is 'Twice-born.' They call upon Dionysus to
see them from Olympus, his rapt prophets at strife with dark necessity,
and, golden wand in hand, to come to their rescue against the threats
of the proud dragon-brood. They are wondering what fair land of song
may be holding their sacred leader, when cries from within put an end
to the ode. {582}