Midsummer dark, Midsummer bright:
the longest day, the shortest night.
(Horn)
Let us lift up our hands.
On this Midsummer's Eve we call
to Earth, mighty mother of us all,
and we praise you for your great good gift of fruitfulness.
We ask that through the summer to come
our gardens may bear abundantly,
so that through this season
and through the winter to come
we, your people, may have plenty to eat.
So mote it be.
And on this Midsummer's Eve we call
to Earth's right-hand husband, the Sun,
and we praise you for your great good gift of light.
We ask that through the summer to come
you will give in abundance, but not to excess,
so that through this season
and through the winter to come
we, your people, may have plenty to eat.
So mote it be.
And on this Midsummer's Eve we call
to Earth's left-hand husband, Thunder,
and we praise you for your great good gift of rain.
We ask that through the summer to come
you will give in abundance, but not to excess,
so that through this season
and through the winter to come
we, your people, may have plenty to eat.
So mote it be.
Earth, Sun, Thunder:
to you, to you, to you
I pour.
(Horn)
(Libation is poured.)
So mote it be.
(Horn)