We, upright maids and youths, are in Diana's care: upright youths and maids, we
sing Diana. 0 Latonia, progeny great of greatest Jove, whom your mother bore
beneath Delian olive, that you might be queen of lofty mounts, of foliaged
groves, of remote glens, and of winding streams. You are called Juno Lucina by
the mother in the pangs of childbirth, you are named potent Trivia and
Luna with an ill-got light. You,
Goddess, with monthly march measuring the yearly course, glut with produce the
rustic roofs of the farmer. Be you hallowed by whatever name you prefer; and
cherish, with your good aid, as you are accustomed, the ancient race of
Romulus.
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