Great nurse of Bacchus, to my pray'r incline, For holy Sabus' secret rites are thine, The mystic rites of Bacchus' nightly choirs, Compos'd of sacred, loud-resounding fires: Hear me, terrestrial mother, mighty queen, Whether on Phyrgia's holy mountain seen, Or if to dwell in Tmolus thee delights, With holy aspect come, and bless these rites.