And call the house-bride, homewards bringMaid yearning for new married fere,Her mind with fondness manacling,As the tough ivy here and thereErrant the tree enwinds.And likewise ye, clean virginalMaidens, to whom shall haps befallLike day, in measure join ye allSinging, 0 Hymenaeus Hymen,0 Hymen Hymenaeus.That with more will-full will a-hearingThe call to office due, he wouldTurn footsteps hither, here appearing,Guide to good Venus, and the goodLover conjoining strait.What God than other Godheads moreMust love-sick wights for aid implore?Whose Godhead foremost shall adoreMankind? 0 Hymenaeus Hymen,O Hymen Hymenaeus.Thee for his own the trembling sireInvokes, thee Virgins ever sueWho laps of zone to loose aspire,And thee the bashful bridegrooms wooWith ears that long to hear.Thou to the hand of love-fierce swainDeliverest maiden fair and fain,From mother's fondling bosom ta'enPerforce, 0 Hymenaeus Hymen0 Hymen Hymenaeus.