Eos

Saffron-cloaked Eos, goddess of day's dawning,
in darkness you wake each morn, with rosy fingers
you unbar the gates of heaven. Day-breaker,
day-bringer, well-crowned goddess of first light,
at ocean's edge you dwell, with gentle hand you drive
your chariot of gold, exultant your heart with pride
and joy in the shining-maned steeds that draw it.
Golden-armed Eos, mother of the four winds,
mother of the dawn-star, mother of the even-star,
glorious is your spirit, beautiful your form,
your arrival inspires awe in all who greet the sun.
I praise your beauty and honor your might.

Epione

Soft-voiced Epione, beloved of skillful
Asklepios, mother of learned daughters four:
Hygeia who grants us hale and hearty lives;
Akeso who knits our bones and cools our fevers;
Panacea who holds the cure of all that ails;
and Iaso who knows of many remedies.
Blessed Epione, easer of distress,
to you do we turn when the torments of ill health
grow great, when wounds and maladies consume the soul,
when pain is cruel, bitter beyond bearing;
then do you come, sweet goddess, bringing comfort
and relief, easing the hurt. Goddess, I praise you.