Chaste goddess of the radiant night
Who lov'st the airy mountain's height
And guard'st the sylvan bower;
Who thrice invoked with pious prayers
Reliev'st the teeming matron's cares
Saved by thy triple power:
Accept this vow! henceforth the pine
That shades my humble roof is thine;
Where, menacing the sight
Slain by my hand a boar shall stain
Each year, thy consecrated fane,
On this returning light.