Goddess of Woods, tremendous in the chace, To Mountain-wolves and all the Savage race, Wide o'er th' aerial Vault extends thy sway, And o'er th' infernal Regions void of day, On thy third Reign look down; disclose our Fate, In what new Nation shall we fix our Seat? When shall we next thy hallow'd Altars raise, And Quires of Virgins celebrate thy praise? |