Cerealia O Universal mother, Ceres [Deo] fam’d august, the source of wealth, and various nam’d: Great nurse, all-bounteous, blessed and divine, who joy’st in peace, to nourish corn is thine: Goddess of seed, of fruits abundant, fair, harvest and threshing, are thy constant care; Who dwell’st in Eleusina’s seats retir’d, lovely, delightful queen, by all desir’d. Nurse of all mortals, whose benignant mind, first ploughing oxen to the yoke confin’d; And gave to men, what nature’s wants require, with plenteous means of bliss which all desire. In verdure flourishing in honor bright, assessor of great Bacchus [Bromios], bearing light: Rejoicing in the reapers sickles, kind, whose nature lucid, earthly, pure, we find. Prolific, venerable, Nurse divine, thy daughter loving, holy Proserpine [Koure]: A car with dragons yok’d, ’tis thine to guide, and orgies singing round thy throne to ride: Only-begotten, much-producing queen, all flowers are thine and fruits of lovely green. Bright Goddess, come, with Summer’s rich increase swelling and pregnant, leading smiling Peace; Come, with fair Concord and imperial Health, and join with these a needful store of wealth.