Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part IX) lyrics

Dear Veranius, you of all my comrades Worth, you only, a many goodly thousands, Speak they truly that you your hearth revisit, Brothers duteous, homely mother aged? Yes, believe them. O happy news, Catullus! I shall see him alive, alive shall hear him, Tribes Iberian, uses, haunts, declaring As his won't is; on him my neck reclining Kiss his flowery face, his eyes delightful. Now, all men that have any mirth about you, Know ye happier any, any blither?