Where fruitful Nile his golden harvest yields,Where with seven mouths into the sea it falls,And hast thy walks around Canope's walls,Who Memphis visit'st, and the Pharian tower,Assist Corinna with thy friendly powers.Thee by thy silver Sistra I conjure,A life so precious by thy aid secure;So mayst thou with Osiris still find grace:By Anubis's venerable face,I pray thee, so may still thy rights divineFlourish, and serpents round thy offerings twineMay Apis with his horns the pomp attend,And be to thee, as thou'rt to her, a friend.