The mighty ruler of this earthly ball
For ever flowing, to these rites I call;
Martial and blessed, unseen by mortal sight,
Preventing fears, and pleased with gloomy night:
Hence fancy’s terrors are by thee allayed,
All-various king, who loves the desert shade.
Each of thy brothers killing, blood is thine,
Two-fold Curete, many-formed, divine.
By thee transmuted, Ceres’ body pure
Became a dragon’s savage and obscure:
Avert thy anger, hear me when I pray,
And, by fixed fate, drive fancy’s fears away.