The poem
OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets,
Grant unto each whatsoe'er he may in silence desire! Comfort impart to the mourner, and give to the doubter instruction,
And let the lover rejoice, finding the bliss that he craves. For from the gods ye received what they ever denied unto mortals,
Power to comfort and aid all who in you may confide.
1782.