Orpheus - The Hymns of Orpheus - I. To the Goddess Prothyræa lyrics

O venerable goddess, hear my pray'r, For labour pains are thy peculiar care; in thee, when stretch'd upon the bed of grief, The s** as in a mirror view relief. Guard of the race, endued with gentle mind, To helpless youth, benevolent and kind; Benignant nourisher; great Nature's key Belongs to no divinity but thee. Thou dwell'st with all immanifest to sight, And solemn festivals are thy delight. Thine is the talk to loose the virgin's zone, And thou in ev'ry work art seen and known. With births you sympathize, tho' pleas'd to see The numerous offspring of fertility; When rack'd with nature's pangs and sore distress'd, The s** invoke thee, as the soul's sure rest; For thou alone can'st give relief to pain, Which art attempts to ease, but tries in vain; Assisting goddess, venerable pow'r, Who bring'st relief in labour's dreadful hour; Hear, blessed Dian, and accept my pray'r, And make the infant race thy constant care.