O holy Mother! On the peak
Of Dindyma, and on those summits bleak
That frown on Phrygia's scorchè d plain,
Holding thy throne--with fav'ring aspect deign
To smile on Aristodicè,
Seilenè 's virgin child, that she
May grow in beauty and her charms improve
To fulness, and invite connubial love.
For this, thy porch she seeks, with tribute rare,
And o'er thine altars strews her votive hair.