Orphic Hymn 7

To The Stars

THE FUMIGATION FROM AROMATICS. With holy voice I call the stars on high, Pure sacred lights, and dæmons of the sky. Celestial stars, dear progeny of Night, In whirling circles beaming far your light; Refulgent rays around the heav’ns ye throw, Eternal fires, the source of all below. With flames significant of Fate ye shine, And aptly rule for men a path divine. In seven bright zones ye run with wand’ring flames, And heaven and earth compose your lucid frames: With course unwearied, pure and fiery bright, For ever shining thro’ the veil of Night. Hail, glittering, joyful, ever wakeful fires! Propitious shine on all my just desires, These sacred rites regard with conscious rays, And end our works devoted to your praise.