Hymn XXXVII: To the Titans

O mighty Titans, who from Heav'n and Earth
Derive your noble and illustrious birth,
Our fathers' sires, in Tartarus profound
Who dwell, deep merg'd beneath the solid ground:
Fountains and principles from whom began
Th' afflicted miserable race of man:
Who not alone in earth's retreats abide,
But in the ocean and the air reside ;
Since ev'ry species from your nature flows,
Which, all-prolific, nothing barren knows.
Avert your rage, if from th' infernal seats
One of your tribe should visit our retreats.