Praise the Goddess for all good things!
From her the font of life e'er springs.
Never starving, seek to love her;
Dancing worship as we once were.
In low valleys creation sings.
Only through her may rise true kings,
Lifted aloft on divine wings,
Leading without the whip or spur -
Praise the Goddess!
Beat of heart and breath she brings;
She heals all wounds, and soothes all stings.
To her be faithful, never stir;
Worship her with incense and myrrh.
Upon high mountains music rings.
Praise the Goddess!
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