Lesbos and verdant Thasos thee adore,
And Lydians, in loose flowing dress implore,
And raise devoted temples to thy power.
Thou Dryad’s joy, and Bacchus’s guardian, hear
My conscious prayer, with an attentive ear.
My hands with guiltless blood I never stain’d,
Or sacrilegiously the gods prophan’d.
To feeble me, restoring blessings send,
I did not thee, with my whole self offend.
Who sins thro’ weakness is less guilty thought,