The FUMIGATION from FRANKINCENSE. SEA-born, aerial, blowing from the west, Sweet gales, who give to weary'd labour rest: Vernal and grassy, and of gentle found, To ships delightful, thro' the sea profound; For these, impell'd by you with gentle force, Pursue with prosp'rous Fate their destin'd course. With blameless gales regard my suppliant pray'r, Zephyrs unseen, light-wing'd, and form'd from air. Next: LXXXI: To the South Wind Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: LXXIX: To the North Wind Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: LXXXI: To the South Wind » Sacred Texts | Classics

The FUMIGATION from FRANKINCENSE. Brass-beating Salians, ministers of Mars, Who guard his arms the instruments of wars Whose blessed frames, heav'n, earth, and sea compose, And from whose breath all animals arose: Who dwell in Samothracia's sacred ground, Defending mortals thro' the sea profound. Deathless Curetes, by your pow'r alone, Initial rites to men at first were shewn: Who shake old Ocean thund'ring to the sky, And stubborn oaks with branches waving high. 'Tis your's in glittering arms the earth to beat, With lightly-leaping, rapid, sounding feet; Then every beast the noise terrific flies, And the loud tumult wanders thro' the skies: The dust your feet excites with matchless force, Flies to the clouds amidst their whirling course; And ev'ry flower of variegated hue, Grows in the dancing motion form'd by you. Immortal dæmons, to your pow'rs consign'd The talk to nourish, and destroy mankind. When rushing furious with loud tumult dire, O'erwhelm'd, they perish in your dreadful ire; And live replenish'd with the balmy air, The food of life, committed to your care. When shook by you, the seas, with wild uproar, Wide-spreading, and profoundly whirling, roar: The concave heav'ns, with Echo's voice resound, When leaves with ruffling noise bestrew the ground. Curetes, Corybantes, ruling kings, Whose praise the land of Samothracia sings: From Jove descended; whose immortal breath Sustains the soul, and wafts her back from death; Aerial-form'd, much-fam'd, in heav'n ye shine Two-fold, in heav'n all-lucid and divine: Blowing, serene, from whom abundance springs, Nurses of seasons, fruit-producing kings.

The FUMIGATION from FRANKINCENSE. WIDE coursing gales, whose lightly leaping feet With rapid wings the air's wet bosom beat, Approach benevolent, swift-whirling pow'rs, With humid clouds the principles of flow'rs: For flow'ry clouds are portion'd to your care, To send on earth from all surrounding air. Bear, blessed pow'rs, these holy rites attend, And fruitful rains on earth all-parent send. Next: LXXXII: To Ocean Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: LXXX: To The West Wind Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: LXXXII: To Ocean » Sacred Texts | Classics

The FUMIGATION from FRANKINCENSE. BOREAS, whose wint'ry blasts, terrific, tear The bosom of the deep surrounding air; Cold icy pow'r, approach, and fav'ring blow, And Thrace a while desert expos'd to snow: The misty station of the air dissolve, With pregnant clouds, whose frames in show'rs resolve: Serenely temper all within the sky, And wipe from moisture, Æther's beauteous eye. Next: LXXX: To The West Wind Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: LXXVIII: To Themis Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: LXXX: To The West Wind » Sacred Texts | Classics

The FUMIGATION from AROMATICS. I Call Leucothea, of great Cadmus born, And Bacchus' nurse, whom ivy leaves adorn. Hear, pow'rful Goddess, in the mighty deep Wide and profound, thy Ration doom'd to keep: In waves rejoicing, guardian of mankind; For ships from thee alone deliv'rance find Amidst the fury of th' unstable main, When art no more avail, and strength is vain; When rushing billows with tempestuous ire O'erwhelm the mariner in ruin dire, Thou hear'st, with pity touch'd, his suppliant pray'r, Resolv'd his life to succour and to spare. Be ever present, Goddess! in distress, Waft ships along with prosperous success: Thy mystics thro' the stormy sea defend, And safe conduct them to their destin'd end. Next: LXXIV: To Palæmon Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: LXXII: To the Dæmon, or... Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: LXXIV: To Palæmon » Sacred Texts | Classics

The FUMIGATION from. MANNA. O Nurs'd with Dionysius, doom'd to keep Thy dwelling in the widely-spreading deep: With joyful aspect to my pray'r incline, Propitious come, and bless the rites divine: Thro' earth and sea thy ministers attend, And from old Ocean's stormy waves defend: For ships their safety ever owe to thee, Who wand'rest with them thro' the raging sea. Come, guardian pow'r, whom mortal tribes desire, And far avert the deep's destructive ire. Next: LXXV: To the Muses Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: LXXIII: To Leucothea Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: LXXV: To the Muses » Sacred Texts | Classics

The FUMIGATION from AROMATICS. O Royal Juno of majestic mien, Aerial-form'd, divine, Jove's blessed queen, Thron'd in the bosom of cærulean air, The race of mortals is thy constant care. The cooling gales thy pow'r alone inspires, Which nourish life, which ev'ry life desires. Mother of clouds and winds, from thee alone Producing all things, mortal life is known: All natures share thy temp'rament divine, And universal sway alone is thine. With founding blasts of wind, the swelling sea And rolling rivers roar, when shook by thee. Come, blessed Goddess, fam'd almighty queen, With aspect kind, rejoicing and serene.

INITIATIONS ATTEND Musæus to my sacred song, And learn what rites to sacrifice belong. Jove I invoke, the earth, and solar light, The moon's pure splendor, and the stars of night; Thee Neptune, ruler of the sea profound, Dark-hair'd, whose waves begirt the solid ground; Ceres abundant, and of lovely mien, And Proserpine infernal Pluto's queen The huntress Dian, and bright Phœbus rays, Far-darting God, the theme of Delphic praise; And Bacchus, honour'd by the heav'nly choir, And raging Mars, and Vulcan god of fire; The mighty pow'r who rose from foam to light, And Pluto potent in the realms of night; With Hebe young, and Hercules the strong, And you to whom the cares of births belong: Justice and Piety august I call, And much-fam'd nymphs, and Pan the god of all. To Juno sacred, and to Mem'ry fair, And the chaste Muses I address my pray'r; The various year, the Graces, and the Hours, Fair-hair'd Latona, and Dione's pow'rs; Armed Curetes, household Gods I call, With those who spring from Jove the king of all: Th' Idæan Gods, the angel of the skies, 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: 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, Vig'rous Eternity, and endless Time; The Stygian pool, and placid Gods beside, And various Genii, that o'er 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. Bacchus and Semele the friends of all, And white Leucothea of the sea I call; Palæmon bounteous, and Adrastria great, And sweet-tongu'd Victory, with success elate; Great Esculapius, skill'd to cure disease, 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 pow'rs on high, And fair Adonis, never doom'd to die, End and beginning he is all to all, These with propitious aid I gently call; And to my holy sacrifice invite, The pow'r who reigns in deepest hell and night; I call Einodian Hecate, lovely dame, Of earthly, wat'ry, and celestial frame, Sepulchral, in a saffron veil array'd, Pleas'd with dark ghosts that wander thro' the shade; Persian, unconquerable huntress hail! 59 The world's key-bearer never doom'd to fail 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.

The FUMIGATION from AROMATICS. DAUGHTERS of Jove and Themis, seasons bright, Justice, and blessed peace, and lawful right, Vernal and grassy, vivid, holy pow'rs, Whose balmy breath exhales in lovely flow'rs All-colour'd seasons, rich increase your care, Circling, for ever flourishing and fair: Invested with a veil of shining dew, A flow'ry veil delightful to the view: Attending Proserpine, when back from night, The Fates and Graces lead her up to light; When in a band-harmonious they advance, And joyful round her, form the solemn dance: With Ceres triumphing, and Jove divine; Propitious come, and on our incense shine; Give earth a blameless store of fruits to bear, And make a novel mystic's life your care. Next: XLIII: To Semele Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: XLI: To Mises Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: XLIII: To Semele » Sacred Texts | Classics

The FUMIGATION from MYRRH. Ærial clouds, thro' heav'n's resplendent plains Who wander, parents of prolific rains; Who nourish fruits, whose water'y frames are hurl'd, By winds impetuous, round the mighty world; All-thund'ring, lion-roaring, flashing fire, In Air's wide bosom, bearing thunders dire Impell'd by ev'ry stormy, sounding gale, With rapid course, along the skies ye fail. With blowing winds your wat'ry frames I call, On mother Earth with fruitful show'rs to fall. Next: XXI: To the Sea, or Tethys Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: XIX: To Jove, as the Author o... Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: XXI: To the Sea, or Tethys » Sacred Texts | Classics

The FUMIGATION from AROMATICS. I Call great Cupid, source of sweet delight, Holy and pure, and lovely to the sight; Darting, and wing'd, impetuous fierce desire, With Gods and mortals playing, wand'ring fire: Cautious, and two-fold, keeper of the keys Of heav'n and earth, the air, and spreading seas; Of all that Ceres' fertile realms contains, By which th' all-parent Goddess life sustains, Or dismal Tartarus is doom'd to keep, Widely extended, or the sounding, deep; For thee, all Nature's various realms obey, Who rul'st alone, with universal sway. Come, blessed pow'r, regard these mystic fires, And far avert, unlawful mad desires. Next: LVIII: To The Fates Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: LVI: To the Terrestrial Hermes Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: LVIII: To The Fates » Sacred Texts | Classics

The FUMIGATION from STORAX. Call Thesmophorus *, spermatic God, Of various names, who bears the leafy rod: Mises, ineffable, pure, sacred queen, Two-fold Iacchus, male and female seen: Illustr'ous, whether to rejoice is thine In incense offer'd, in the fane divine +; Or if in Phrygia most thy soul delights, Performing with thy mother sacred rites; Or if the land of Cyprus is thy care, Well pleas'd to dwell with Cytherea fair; Or if exulting in the fertile plains With thy dark mother Isis, where she reigns, 12 With nurses pure attended, near the flood Of sacred Egypt, thy divine abode: Wherever resident, blest pow'r attend, And with benignant mind these labours end.

The FUMIGATION from MANNA. BLEST Pæan, come, propitious to my pray'r, Illustrious pow'r, whom Memphian tribes revere, Slayer of Tityus, and the God of health, Lycorian Phœbus, fruitful source of wealth . Spermatic, golden-lyr'd, the field from thee Receives it's constant, rich fertility. Titanic, Grunian, Smynthian, thee I sing, 7 Python-destroying, hallow'd, Delphian king: Rural, light-bearer, and the Muse's head, Noble and lovely, arm'd with arrows dread: Far-darting, Bacchian, two-fold, and divine, 11 Pow'r far diffused, and course oblique is thine. O, Delian king, whose light-producing eye Views all within, and all beneath the sky: Whose locks are gold, whose oracles are sure, Who, omens good reveal'st, and precepts pure: Hear me entreating for the human kind, Hear, and be present with benignant mind; For thou survey'st this boundless æther all, And ev'ry part of this terrestrial ball Abundant, blessed; and thy piercing sight, Extends beneath the gloomy, silent night; Beyond the darkness, starry-ey'd, profound, The stable roots, deep fix'd by thee are found. The world's wide bounds, all-flourishing are thine, Thyself all the source and end divine: 'Tis thine all Nature's music to inspire, With various-sounding, harmonising lyre; Now the last string thou tun'ft to sweet accord, 29 Divinely warbling now the highest chord; Th' immortal golden lyre, now touch'd by thee, Responsive yields a Dorian melody. All Nature's tribes to thee their diff'rence owe, And changing seasons from thy music flow Hence, mix'd by thee in equal parts, advance Summer and Winter in alternate dance; This claims the highest, that the lowest string, The Dorian measure tunes the lovely spring . Hence by mankind, Pan-royal, two-horn'd nam'd, 39 Emitting whistling winds thro' Syrinx fam'd; Since to thy care, the figur'd seal's consign'd, 41 Which stamps the world with forms of ev'ry kind. Hear me, blest pow'r, and in these rites rejoice, And save thy mystics with a suppliant voice.

The FUMIGATION from every AROMATIC except FRANKINCENSE. TERRESTRIAL Dionysius, hear my pray'r, Awak'ned rise with nymphs of lovely hair: Great Amphietus Bacchus, annual God, Who laid asleep in Proserpine's abode, Did'st lull to drowsy and oblivious rest, The rites triennial, and the sacred feast; Which rous'd again by thee, in graceful ring, Thy nurses round thee mystic anthems sing; When briskly dancing with rejoicing pow'rs, Thou mov'st in concert with the circling hours. Come, blessed, fruitful, horned, and divine, And on these rites with joyful aspect shine; Accept the general incense and the pray'r, And make prolific holy fruits thy care. Next: LIII: To Silenus, Satyrus, and the Priestesses of Bacchus Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: LI: To Trietericus Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: LIII: To Silenus, Satyrus, an... » Sacred Texts | Classics

(2) But “ the oblation of victims ,” when some evil is present in places about the earth, procures a remedy for the evil, and secures us from the incursion of any mutation or passion. Hence, whether a thing of this kind is effected through Gods or dæmons, it invokes these as the expellers of evil, and [our true] saviours, and through them exterminates all the injury which may accede from the calamities. Those powers, also, who avert genesiurgic and physical punishments, do not expel them through passions. And if some one should think that the suppression of the guardian care of the Gods, introduces a certain spontaneous injury, in this case the persuasion arising from pacification recalls the benevolence of the more excellent genera, to a providential attention to our affairs, and takes away our privation of good, being itself perfectly pure and immutable.

The FUMIGATION from STORAX. O Father Jove, who shak'st with fiery light The world deep-sounding from thy lofty height: From thee, proceeds th' ætherial lightning's blaze, Flashing around intolerable rays. Thy sacred thunders shake the blest abodes, The shining regions of th' immortal Gods: Thy pow'r divine, the flaming lightning shrouds, With dark investiture, in fluid clouds. 'Tis thine to brandish thunders strong and dire, To scatter storms, and dreadful darts of fire; With roaring flames involving all around, And bolts of thunder of tremendous sound. Thy rapid dart can raise the hair upright, And shake the heart of man with wild afright. Sudden, unconquer'd, holy, thund'ring God, 'With noise unbounded, flying all abroad; With all-devouring force, entire and strong, Horrid, untam'd, thou roll'st the flames along. Rapid, ætherial bolt, descending fire, The earth all-parent, trembles at thy ire; The sea all-shining; and each beast that hears The sound terrific, with dread horror fears: When Nature's face is bright with flashing fire, And in the heavens resound thy thunders dire. Thy thunders white, the azure garments tear, And burst the veil of all surrounding air. O Jove, all-blessed, may thy wrath severe, Hurl'd in the bosom of the deep appear, And on the tops of mountains be reveal'd, For thy strong arm is not from us conceal'd. Propitious to these sacred rites incline, And crown my wishes with a life divine: Add royal health, and gentle peace beside, With equal reason, for my constant guide. Next: XIX: To Jove, as the Author of Lightning Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: XVII: To Pluto Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: XIX: To Jove, as the Author o... » Sacred Texts | Classics

(1) Now when they came forth from the holy place, they turned their faces towards the south when they began their prayers to God. For when the sun is setting, should anyone desire to pray to God, he ought to turn him thitherwards ; so also at the rising of the same, unto that spot which lies beneath the sun. As they were just beginning to recite the prayer, Asclepius did whisper:

[Asclepius] Let us suggest to father, Tat,—what he did bid us do, —that we should say our prayer to God with added incense and with unguents. Whom when Thrice-greatest heard, he grew distressed and said:

The FUMIGATION from AROMATICS. NYMPHS, who from Ocean's stream derive your birth, Who dwell in liquid caverns of the earth Nurses of Bacchus secret-coursing pow'r, Who fruits sustain, and nourish ev'ry flow'r: Earthly, rejoicing, who in meadows dwell, And caves and dens, whose depths extend to hell: Holy, oblique, who swiftly soar thro' air, Fountains and dews, and mazy streams your care: Seen and unseen, who joy with wand'rings wide And gentle course, thro' flow'ry vales to glide; With Pan exulting on the mountains height, Loud-founding, mad, whom rocks and woods delight: Nymphs od'rous, rob'd in white, whose streams exhale The breeze refreshing, and the balmy gale; With goats and pastures pleas'd, and beasts of prey, Nurses of fruits, unconscious of decay: In cold rejoicing, and to cattle kind, Sportive thro' ocean wand'ring unconfin'd: Nysian, fanatic Nymphs, whom oaks delight, Lovers of Spring, Pæonian virgins bright. With Bacchus, and with Ceres, hear my pray'r. And to mankind abundant favour bear; Propitious listen to your suppliants voice, Come, and benignant in these rites rejoice; Give plenteous Seasons, and sufficient wealth, And pour; in lasting streams, continued Health. Next: LI: To Trietericus Sacred Texts | Classics « Previous: The Initiations of Orpheus: XLIX: To Lysius Lenæus Index Next: The Initiations of Orpheus: LI: To Trietericus » Sacred Texts | Classics

(1) That which follows after this, we shall no longer discuss generally, but direct our attention particularly to the works resulting from the virtues of Pythagoras. And we shall begin in the first place from the Gods, as it is usual to do, and endeavour to exhibit his piety, and the admirable works which he performed. Let this, therefore, be one specimen of his piety, which also we have before mentioned, that he knew what his soul was, and whence it came into the body, and also its former lives, and that of these things he gave most evident indications. After this also, let the following be another specimen; that once passing over the river Nessus with many of his associates, he spoke to it, and the river in a distinct and clear voice, in the hearing of all his followers, answered, Hail Pythagoras!

Farther still, nearly all historians of his life confidently assert, that in one and the same day he was present at Metapontum in Italy, and Tauromenium in Sicily, and discoursed in common with his disciples in both places, though these cities are separated from each other by many stadia both by land and sea, and cannot be passed through in a great number of days. The report, also, is very much disseminated, that he showed his golden thigh to the Hyperborean Abaris, who said that he resembled the Apollo among the Hyperboreans, and of whom Abaris was the priest; and that he did this in order that Abaris might apprehend this to be true, and that he was not deceived in his opinion.

Ten thousand other more divine and more admirable particulars likewise are uniformly and unanimously related of the man : such as infallible predictions of earthquakes , rapid expulsions of pestilence and violent winds, instantaneous cessations of the effusion of hail, and a tranquillization of the waves of rivers and seas, in order that his disciples might easily pass over them. Of which things also, Empedocles the Agrigentine, Epimenides the Cretan, and Abaris the Hyperborean, receiving the power of effecting, performed certain miracles of this kind in many places. Their deeds, however, are manifest. To which we may add, that Empedocles was surnamed an expeller of winds ; Epimenides, an expiator ; and Abaris, a walker on air ; because being carried on the dart which was given to him by the Hyperborean Apollo, he passed over rivers and seas and inaccessible places, like one walking on the air.

Certain persons likewise are of opinion, that Pythagoras did the same thing, when in the same day he discoursed with his disciples at Metapontum and Tauromenium. It is also said, that he predicted there would be an earthquake from the water of a well which he had tasted; and that a ship which was sailing with a prosperous wind, would be merged in the sea. And let these, indeed, be the indications of his piety.

The FUMIGATION from AROMATICS. BACCHUS Pericionius, hear my pray'r, Who mad'st the house of Cadmus once thy care, With matchless force, his pillars twining round, (When burning thunders shook the solid ground, In flaming, founding torrents borne along), Propt by thy grasp indissolubly strong. Come mighty Bacchus to these rites inclin'd, And bless thy suppliants with rejoicing mind.