MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! br    May I sing to thee br As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae? br    Or may I woo thee br In earlier Sicilian? or thy smiles br Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, br By bards who died content on pleasant sward, br    Leaving great verse unto a little clan? br O give me their old vigour! and unheard br    Save of the quiet primrose, and the span br    Of heaven, and few ears, br Rounded by thee, my song should die away br    Content as theirs, br Rich in the simple worship of a day.