Orphic Hymn 39

To Corybas

THE FUMIGATION FROM FRANKINCENSE. The mighty ruler of this earthly ball For ever flowing, to these lites I call; Martial and blest, unseen by mortal sight, Preventing fears, and pleas’d with gloomy night: Hence fancy’s terrors are by thee allay’d, All-various king, who lov’st the desert shade. Each of thy brothers killing, blood is thine, Twofold Curete, many-form’d, divine. By thee transmuted, Ceres’ body pure Became a dragon’s savage and obscure: Avert thy anger, hear me when I pray, And, by fix’d fate, drive fancy’s fears away.