To the Earth
(The fumigation from
every kind of seed, except beans and aromatics)
O Goddess, Earth, of Gods and men the
source,
Endu'd with fertile, all destroying force;
All-parent, bounding, whose prolific
pow'rs,
Produce a store of beauteous fruits and
flow'rs,
All-various maid, th' eternal world's
strong base
Immortal, blessed, crown'd with ev'ry
grace;
From whose wide womb, as from an endless
root,
Fruits, many-form'd, mature and grateful
shoot.
Deep bosom'd, blessed, pleas'd with grassy
plains,
Sweet to the smell, and with prolific
rains.
All flow'ry daemon, centre of the world,
Around thy orb, the beauteous stars are
hurl'd
With rapid whirl, eternal and divine,
Whose frames with matchless skill and
wisdom shine.
Come, blessed Goddess, listen to my pray'r,
And make increase of fruits thy constant
care;
With fertile Seasons in thy train, draw
near,
And with propitious mind thy suppliant
hear.