Virgins, and youths of spotless fame,
Diana is our guardian queen!
Raise to Diana's sacred name,
Ye spotless youths, ye virgins, raise the strain!

O, hail, thou fair Latonian maid!
Great progeny of mighty Jove!
Thou, whom thy careful mother laid
Beneath the olive's shade, in Delos' grove!

That thou mightst stretch thy wide domain
O'er mountains, and o'er verdant woods;
O'er forests of dark foliage reign;
Reign mighty sov'reign of the sounding floods!

In childbed throes, thou art implor'd
By Juno's, and Lucina's name;
By potent Trivia's too ador'd;
By Luna's also, from thy borrow'd beam.

Thou, goddess, each revolving year
Dost measure, with thy monthly round;
And with large harvests, by thy care,
The peasant's rustic shed is amply crown'd.

O, thou, whatever name thine ear
Best deigns to like, be sacred still!
Still be it thine, protectress dear,
The Roman race to guard from ev'ry ill!