With the fragrant bloom united,
Proudly hang the golden store!
May it stand by storms unblighted,
May it grow from more to more!
ALL
May it stand by storms unblighted,
May it grow from more to more!
THE MOTHER
Mother Earth, O hear my word!
Guard the tender nursling now.
Thou that lead'st the speckled herd,
God of the fields, to thee we bow!
THE MAIDEN
Gentle Dryads, guard its growing,
Guard it, guard it, Pan most high!
Mountain nymphs, your gifts bestowing,
Shield it when the storms are blowing—
Bid their fury pass it by!
ALL
Gentle Dryads, guard its growing,
Guard it, guard it, Pan most high!