Invocation to Aradia
Hail, Aradia! From the Amalthean horn
Pour forthy they store of love; I lowly bend
Before thee, I adore thee to the end
With loving sacrifice they shrine adorn.
They foot is to my lip, my prayer upborns
Upon the rising incense-smoke; then spend
Thine ancient love, O Mighty One, descend
To aid me, who without thee am forlorn.