Proteus I call, whom Fate decrees, to keep
The keys which lock the chambers of the deep;
First-born, by whose illustrious power alone
All Nature’s principles are clearly shown.
Pure sacred matter to transmute is thine,
And decorate with forms all-various and divine.
All-honored, prudent, whose sagacious mind
Knows all that was and is of every kind,
With all that shall be in succeeding time,
So vast thy wisdom, wondrous, and sublime:
For all things Nature first to thee consigned,
And in thy essence omniform confined.
O father, to thy mystics’ rites attend,
And grant a blessed life a prosperous end.