Bki:Xxi Hymn To Diana

O tender virgins sing, in praise of Diana, and, you boys, sing in praise, of long-haired Apollo, and of Latona, deeply loved by all-conquering Jove. You girls, she who enjoys the streams and the green leaves of the groves that clothe the cool slopes of Algidus, or dark Erymanthian trees, or the woods of green Cragus. You boys, sounding as many praises, of Tempe and Apollo’s native isle Delos, his shoulder distinguished by his quiver, and his brother Mercury’s lyre. He’ll drive away sad war, and miserable famine, the plague too, from our people and Caesar our prince, and, moved by all your prayers, send them to Persians and Britons.