TO MUSÆUS ATTEND Musæus to my sacred song, And learn what rites to sacrifice belong. Jove I invoke, the earth, and solar light, The moons pure splendor, and the stars of night; Thee Neptune, ruler of the sea profound, 5 Dark-haird, whose waves begirt the solid ground; Ceres abundant, and of lovely mien, And Proserpine infernal Plutos queen The huntress Dian, and bright Phœbus rays, Far-darting God, the theme of Delphic praise; 10 And Bacchus, honourd by the heavnly choir, And raging Mars, and Vulcan god of fire; The mighty powr who rose from foam to light, And Pluto potent in the realms of night; With Hebe young, and Hercules the strong, 15 And you to whom the cares of births belong: Justice and Piety august I call, And much-famd nymphs, and Pan the god of all. To Juno sacred, and to Memry fair, And the chaste Muses I address my prayr; 20 The various year, the Graces, and the Hours, Fair-haird Latona, and Diones powrs; Armed Curetes, household Gods I call, With those who spring from Jove the king of all: Th Idæan Gods, the angel of the skies, 25 And righteous Themis, with sagacious eyes; With ancient night, and day-light I implore, And Faith, and Justice dealing right adore; Saturn and Rhea, and great Thetis too, Hid in a veil of bright celestial blue: 30 I call great Ocean, and the beauteous train Of nymphs, who dwell in chambers of the main; Atlas the strong, and ever in its prime, Vigrous Eternity, and endless Time; The Stygian pool, and placid Gods beside, 35 And various Genii, that oer men preside; Illustrious Providence, the noble train Of dæmon forms, who fill th ætherial plain; Or live in air, in water, earth, or fire, Or deep beneath the solid ground retire. 40 Bacchus and Semele the friends of all, And white Leucothea of the sea I call; Palæmon bounteous, and Adrastria great, And sweet-tongud Victory, with success elate; Great Esculapius, skilld to cure disease, 45 And dread Minerva, whom fierce battles please; Thunders and winds in mighty columns pent, With dreadful roaring struggling hard for vent; Attis, the mother of the powrs on high, And fair Adonis, never doomd to die, 50 End and beginning he is all to all, These with propitious aid I gently call; And to my holy sacrifice invite, The powr who reigns in deepest hell and night; I call Einodian Hecate, lovely dame, 55 55 Of earthly, watry, and celestial frame, Sepulchral, in a saffron veil arrayd, Pleasd with dark ghosts that wander thro the shade; Persian, unconquerable huntress hail! 59 The worlds key-bearer never doomd to fail 60 On the rough rock to wander thee delights, Leader and nurse be present to our rites Propitious grant our just desires success, Accept our homage, and the incense bless.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 05:09:28 +0000
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