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Incense: aromatics
Nymphs, who from Ocean famed derive your birth,
Who dwell in liquid caverns of the earth;
Nurses of Bacchus, secret-coursing power,
Fructiferous Goddesses, who nourish flowers:
Earthly, rejoicing, who in meadows dwell,
And caves and dens, whose depths extend to hell.
Holy, oblique, who swiftly soar through air,
Fountains, and dews, and winding streams your care,
Seen and unseen, who joy with wanderings wide,
And gentle course through flowery vales to glide;
With Pan exulting on the mountains’ height,
Inspired, and stridulous, whom woods delight:
Nymphs odorous, robed in white, whose streams exhale
The breeze refreshing, and the balmy gale;
With goats and pastures pleased, and beasts of prey,
Nurses of fruits, unconscious of decay.
In cold rejoicing, and to cattle kind,
Sportive, through ocean wandering unconfined.
O Nysian nymphs, insane, whom oaks delight,
Lovers of spring, Paeonian virgins bright;
With Bacchus and with Ceres hear my prayer,
And to mankind abundant favor bear;
Propitious listen to your suppliants’ voice,
Come, and benignant in these rites rejoice;
Give plenteous seasons and sufficient wealth,
And pour in lasting streams, continued health.