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queen of all, lovely and blooming, blessed Hygeia, mother of all, bringer of
bliss, hear me. Through you vanish the illnesses that afflict man, through you
every house blossoms to the fullness of joy. The arts thrive when the world
desires you, O queen, loathed by Hades, the destroyer of souls. Apart from you
all is without profit for men: wealth, the sweet giver of abundance for those
who feast, fails, and man never reaches the many pains of old age. Goddess,
come, ever-helpful to the initiates, keep away the evil, distress of unbearable
diseases.
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