The rock-roofed cave, where thou so oft hast done
Sweet sacrifice unto the native Nymphs.
Ul. Soil of my dear-desirèd fatherland,
For warrant that I dream not, take this kiss;
My home! And ye, dear sisters of the spring,
I raise my hands to you, whom nevermore
I looked to greet; but now, children of heaven,
As once of old I praise you, and henceforth
Will pay with loving vows, if your fair queen
But grant me life, and comfort in my son.