Orpheus - The Hymns of Orpheus - XXXVIII: To Corybas lyrics

THE mighty ruler of this earthly ball, For ever flowing, to these rites 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 desart shade: Each of thy brothers k**ing, blood is thine, Two-fold 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.