Her years of childhood now were number'd o'er,
When to her mother's natal soil repair'd
The new divinity, whose parting step
Her sacred nurses follow'd, ever now
To her alone inseparably join'd;
Then first deserting their Nyseian shore
To spread their hoarded blessings round the world;
Who with them bore the inexhausted horn
Of ever-smiling Plenty. Thus adorn'd,
Attended thus, great Goddess, thou beganst
Thy all enlivening progress o'er the globe,
Then rude and joyless, destin'd to repair
The various ills, which earliest ages ru'd
From one, like thee, distinguish'd bu the gifts
Of heaven, Pandora, whose pernicious hand
From the dire vase releas'd th' imprison'd woes.