Earth, The Mother Of All

To earth we!l fouuded, of all thinfrs tuit live Most ancient mother, I tlüs song will give. She doth her nnrture apon :ill begtow, On land, in uir and in tho soa bdow. Yt'ith ohildren and rich fruita, O thou divine. Men thou dost gladden I Lie to give is tbina And thine to take. Whom thou dost honor he Blessed with creat store of all good things shall be. Teemful the oorn lands, in broad pastures roam Large herds, and fllled with wealth is everjr ■ home. Just rulers in the city there will be And beauteoous dames and full proapenty. Yoong lads wx lordly with joy's waxing powers. The little maidens on the soft field flowers In festive dances join. Rich goddese, these Thy gifts to whom to honor thou dost please. All hail! O mother of the gods, haill Thou Spouse of tho starry heaven. do thou endow, For meed of this my song, my ïninstrclsy With might that shall all lif e mako glad for me. And so f rcsh song will I attune in praiso cf thoo.