Hymns of Orpheus

I. Hymn to the Goddess Prothyraea (Diana)

O venerable goddess, hear my pray'r, For labour pains are thy peculiar care; in thee, when stretch'd upon the bed of grief, The sex as in a mirror view relief. Guard of the race, endued with gentle mind, To helpless youth, benevolent and kind; Benignant nourisher; great Nature's key Belongs to no divinity but thee.

Thou dwell'st with all immanifest to sight, And solemn festivals are thy delight. Thine is the talk to loose the virgin's zone, And thou in ev'ry work art seen and known. With births you sympathize, tho' pleas'd to see The numerous offspring of fertility; When rack'd with nature's pangs and sore distress'd, The sex invoke thee, as the soul's sure rest; For thou alone can'st give relief to pain, Which art attempts to ease, but tries in vain; Assisting goddess, venerable pow'r, Who bring'st relief in labour's dreadful hour; Hear, blessed Dian, and accept my pray'r, And make the infant race thy constant care.

II. Hymn to Night

NIGHT, parent goddess, source of sweet repose, From whom at first both Gods and men arose, Hear, blessed Venus, deck'd with starry light, In sleep's deep silence dwelling Ebon night! Dreams and soft case attend thy dusky train, Pleas'd with the length'ned gloom and feaftful strain.

Dissolving anxious care, the friend of Mirth, With darkling coursers riding round the earth. Goddess of phantoms and of shadowy play, Whose drowsy pow'r divides the nat'ral day: By Fate's decree you constant send the light To deepest hell, remote from mortal sight For dire Necessity which nought withstands, Invests the world with adamantine bands. Be present, Goddess, to thy suppliant's pray'r, Desir'd by all, whom all alike revere, Blessed, benevolent, with friendly aid Dispell the fears of Twilight's dreadful shade.

III. Hymn to Heaven

GREAT Heav'n, whose mighty frame no respite knows, Father of all, from whom the world arose: Hear, bounteous parent, source and end of all, Forever whirling round this earthly ball; Abode of Gods, whose guardian pow'r surrounds Th' eternal World with ever during bounds;

Whose ample bosom and encircling folds The dire necessity of nature holds. Ætherial, earthly, whose all-various frame Azure and full of forms, no power can tame. All-seeing Heav'n, progenitor of Time, Forever blessed, deity sublime, Propitious on a novel mystic shine, And crown his wishes with a life divine.

VII. Hymn to the Sun

HEAR golden Titan, whose eternal eye With broad survey, illumines all the sky. Self-born, unwearied in diffusing light, And to all eyes the mirrour of delight: Lord of the seasons, with thy fiery car And leaping coursers, beaming light from far: With thy right hand the source of morning light, And with thy left the father of the night. Agile and vig'rous, venerable Sun, Fiery and bright around the heav'ns you run. Foe to the wicked, but the good man's guide, O'er all his steps propitious you preside: With various founding, golden lyre, 'tis mine To fill the world with harmony divine.

Father of ages, guide of prosp'rous deeds, The world's commander, borne by lucid steeds, Immortal Jove, all-searching, bearing light, Source of existence, pure and fiery bright Bearer of fruit, almighty lord of years, Agil and warm, whom ev'ry pow'r reveres. Great eye of Nature and the starry skies, Doom'd with immortal flames to set and rise Dispensing justice, lover of the stream, The world's great despot, and o'er all supreme. Faithful defender, and the eye of right, Of steeds the ruler, and of life the light: With founding whip four fiery steeds you guide, When in the car of day you glorious ride. Propitious on these mystic labours shine, And bless thy suppliants with a life divine.

VIII. Hymn to the Moon

HEAR, Goddess queen, diffusing silver light, Bull-horn'd and wand'ring thro' the gloom of Night. With stars surrounded, and with circuit wide Night's torch extending, thro' the heav'ns you ride: Female and Male with borrow'd rays you shine, And now full-orb'd, now tending to decline. Mother of ages, fruit-producing Moon, Whose amber orb makes Night's reflected noon:

Lover of horses, splendid, queen of Night, All-seeing pow'r bedeck'd with starry light. Lover of vigilance, the foe of strife, In peace rejoicing, and a prudent life: Fair lamp of Night, its ornament and friend, Who giv'st to Nature's works their destin'd end. Queen of the stars, all-wife Diana hail! Deck'd with a graceful robe and shining veil; Come, blessed Goddess, prudent, starry, bright, Come moony-lamp with chaste and splendid light, Shine on these sacred rites with prosp'rous rays, And pleas'd accept thy suppliant's mystic praise.

LXXXIV. Hymn to Sleep

SLEEP, king of Gods, and men of mortal birth, Sov'reign of all sustain'd by mother Earth; For thy dominion is supreme alone, O'er all extended, and by all things known. 'Tis thine all bodies with benignant mind In other bands than those of brass to bind: Tamer of cares, to weary toil repose, From whom sweet solace in affliction flows. Thy pleasing, gentle chains preserve the soul, And e'en the dreadful cares of death controul; For death and Lethe with oblivious stream, Mankind thy genuine brothers justly deem. With fav'ring aspect to my pray'r incline, And save thy mystics in their works divine.

LXXXIV. Hymn to the Divinity of Dreams

THEE I invoke, blest pow'r of dreams divine, Angel of future fates, swift wings are thine: Great source of oracles to human kind, When stealing soft, and whisp'ring to the mind, Thro' sleep's sweet silence and the gloom of night, Thy pow'r awakes th' intellectual fight; To silent souls the will of heav'n relates, And silently reveals their future fates. For ever friendly to the upright mind Sacred and pure, to holy rites inclin'd;

For these with pleasing hope thy dreams inspire, Bliss to anticipate, which all desire. Thy visions manifest of fate disclose, What methods best may mitigate our woes; Reveal what rites the Gods immortal please, And what the means their anger to appease: For ever tranquil is the good man's end, Whose life, thy dreams admonish and defend. But from the wicked turn'd averse to bless, Thy form unseen, the angel of distress; No means to cheek approaching ill they find, Pensive with fears, and to the future blind. Come, blessed pow'r, the signatures reveal Which heav'n's decrees mysteriously conceal, Signs only present to the worthy mind, Nor omens ill disclose of monst'rous kind.

LXXXVI. Hymn to Death

HEAR me, O Death, whose empire unconfin'd, Extends to mortal tribes of ev'ry kind. On thee, the portion of our time depends, Whose absence lengthens life, whose presence ends. Thy sleep perpetual bursts the vivid folds, By which the soul, attracting body holds: Common to all of ev'ry sex and age, For nought escapes thy all-destructive rage;

Not youth itself thy clemency can gain, Vig'rous and strong, by thee untimely slain. In thee, the end of nature's works is known, In thee, all judgment is absolv'd alone: No suppliant arts thy dreadful rage controul, No vows revoke the purpose of thy soul; O blessed pow'r regard my ardent pray'r, And human life to age abundant spare.