Hymn XXXIX: To Corybas

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 desert shade.
Each of thy brothers killing, blood is thine,
Twofold 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.