Demeter, praiseworthy goddess of grain,
beloved mother of Persephone.
In golden-brown fields flowing in the wind,
trees heavy with fruit, the thanksgiving feast,
tender devotion of mother and child,
in these we find you, most revered goddess.
Demeter, giver of life's greatest needs,
whose joy and sorrow are felt by the earth
and by all of us who dwell upon her,
we thank you for your unending bounty,
for spring's green leaves and autumn's rich harvest.
Great Demeter, we praise and honor you.
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