Hear me, Jove’s daughter, celebrated queen,
Bacchian and Titan, of a noble mien:
In darts rejoicing and on all to shine,
Torch-bearing Goddess, Dictynna divine;
O’er births presiding,* and thyself a maid,
To labour-pangs imparting ready aid:
Dissolver of the zone and wrinkl’d care,
Fierce huntress, glorying in the Sylvan war:
Swift in the course, in dreadful arrows skill’d,
Wandering by night, rejoicing in the field:
Of manly form, erect, of bounteous mind,
Illustrious dæmon, nurse of human kind:
Immortal, earthly, bane of monsters fell,
‘Tis thine, blest maid, on woody hills to dwell:
Foe of the stag, whom woods and dogs delight,
In endless youth who flourish fair and bright.
O, universal queen, august, divine,
A various form, Cydonian pow’r, is thine:
Dread guardian Goddess, with benignant mind
Auspicious, come to Mystic rites inclin’d;
Give earth a store of beauteous fruits to bear,
Send gentle Peace, and Health with lovely hair,
And to the mountains drive Disease and Care.

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