For Thou art she in whose approach, We seek to-day for rest, like birds, Who in the branches seek their nest. The villages have sought for rest And all that walks and all that flies. Black darkness comes, yet bright with stars, It comes to us, with brilliant hues. Goddess, I call thee with this hymn. Accept it graciously, O Night.
Devotee places hands on stone on the altar.
Thy snowy heights, and thy forests, O Earth, shall be kind to us. The brown, the black, the red, the multi-coloured, the firm Earth bless us, that we have settled upon. Into thy middle set us, Oh Earth, into the nourishing strength that has grown from thy body. The Earth is the Mother and we are the children of the Earth. The fragrance, O Earth, that has risen from thee, which the planets and the waters hold with that make us fragrant.