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Wild and fearful in his cavern

Hid the naked troglodyte,

And the homeless nomad wandered

Laying waste the fertile plain.

Menacing with spear and arrow

In the woods the hunter strayed ...

Woe to all poor wreteches stranded

On those cruel and hostile shores!

From the peak of high Olympus

Came the mother Ceres down,

Seeeking in those savage regions

Her lost daughter Prosperine.

But the Goddess found no refuge,

Found no kindly welcome there,

And no temple bearing witness

To the worship of the gods.



From the fields and from the vineyards

Came no fruit to deck the feasts,

Only flesh of blood-stained victims

Smouldered on the alter-fires,

And where'er the grieving goddess

Turns her melancholy gaze,

Sunk in vilest degradation

Man his loathsomeness displays.



Would he purge his soul from vileness

And attain to light and worth,

He must turn and cling forever

To his ancient Mother Earth.



Joy everlasting fostereth

The soul of all creation,

It is her secret ferment fires

The cup of life with flame.

'Tis at her beck the grass hath turned

Each blade toward the light

and solar systems have evolved

From chaos and dark night,

Filling the realms of boundless space

Beyond the sage's sight.



At bounteous nature's kindly breast,

All things that breath drink Joy,

And bird and beasts and creaping things

All follow where she leads.

Her gifts to man are friends in need,

The wreath, the foaming must,

To angels -- visions of God's throne,

To insects -- sensual lust.