@3Dance now and sing; the joy and love we owe Let cheerful voices and glad gestures show: The Queen of grace is she whom we receive: Honour and state are her guides, Her presence they can never leave. Then in a stately sylvan form salute Her ever-flowing grace; Fill all the woods with echoed welcomes, And strew with flowers this place; Let every bough and plant fresh blossoms yield, And all the air refine: Let pleasure strive to please our goddess, For she is all divine.@1 |