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76. To the Muses Incense: Frankincense |
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Dauhgters of Mnemosyne and thundering Zeus, Pierian Muses, renowned, illustrious, many-shaped, And beloved of the mortals you visit. You give birth to unblemished virtue in every discipline, You nourish the soul and set thought aright, As you become leaders and mistresses of the mind's power. Sacred and mystic rites you taught to mortals, Kleio, Euterpe, Thaleia, Melpomene, Terpsichore, Erato, Polymnia, Ourania, mother Kalliope, and mighty goddess Agne. Do come to the initiates, O goddesses, in your manifold holiness, And bring glory and emulation that is lovely and sung by many. |
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77. To Mnemosyne Incense: Frankincense |
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I call upon queen Mnemosyne, Zeus' consort, Who gave birth to the holy, sacred and clear-voiced Muses. Evil oblivion that harms the mind is alien to her, Who gives coherence to the mind and soul of mortals. She increases men's ability and power to think, And, sweet and vigilant, she reminds us of all the thoughts That we always store in our breasts, Never straying, and ever rousing the mind to action. But, O blessed goddess, for the initiates, stir the memory of sacred rite, And ward off oblivion from them. |
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78. To Dawn Incense: Powdered Frankincense |
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Hear, O goddess who brings the light of day to mortals, Resplendent Dawn, whose blush is seen throughout the world, Messenger of the great and illustrious Titan. Murky, dark and journeying night you send below the earth when you rise. You lead to work and minister to the lives of mortals. In you the race of men delights, and no one escapes your sight, As you look down from on high, when, from your eyelids, you shake off sweet sleep. There is joy for every mortal, every reptile, for animals and birds, And for the broods the sea contains. All livelihood one gets from work is your gift. So, goddess blessed and pure, give more sacred light to the initiates. |
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79. To Themis Incense: Frankincense |
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I call upon pure Themis, daughter of noble Ouranos and Gaia, Themis the young and lovely-faced maiden, The first to show mortals the holy oracle as prophet of the gods, In her holy Delphic sanctuary, on Pythian ground where Python was king. You taught lord Phoibos the art of giving laws. Amid honor and reverence, your beauty shines on nightly throngs, For you were first to show mortals holy worship, Howling to Bacchos in nights full of revelry. From you come the honors of the gods and the holy mysteries. But, O blessed maiden, come in a kindly and joyous spirit, To your truly holy and mystic rites
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80. To Boreas Incense: Frankincense |
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Freezing Boreas, whose wintry breezes make the world's lofty air quiver, Come away from snowy Thrace! Dissolve the rebellious alliance of clouds and moist air, And turn the water to rushing drops of rain. Bring fair weather everywhere, and give ether it's bright eye, The sun, whose rays shine upon the earth. |
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81. To Zephyros Incense: Frankincense |
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Western breezes, ethereal begetters of all, As you blow gently, your whisper brings deathlike rest. Vernal and meadow-haunting, you are loved by havens, Because to ships you bring... soft and light air. Come in a spirit of kindness and blow perfectly, O airy, invisible and light-winged ones. |
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