Odes 3.22 (Martin): Montium Custos

Hail, guardian maid
Of mount and forest glade,
Who, thrice invoked, dost bow
Thine ear, and sendest aid
To girls in labour with the womb,
And snatchest them from an untimely tomb,
Goddess three-formed thou!

I consecrate as thine
This overhanging pine.
My villa's shade;
There, as my years decline.
The blood of boar so young, that he
Dreams only yet of sidelong strokes, by me
Shall joyfully be paid!