Hymn LXXV: To Palaemon

O nurse with Dionysius, doom'd to keep
Thy dwelling in the widely spreading deep ;
With joyful aspect to my pray'r incline,
Propitious come, and bless the rites divine ;
Thy mystics thro' the earth and sea attend,
And from old Ocean's stormy waves defend :
For ships their safety ever owe to thee,
Who wand'rest with them thro' the raging sea.
Come, guardian pow'r, whom mortal tribes desire,
And far avert the deep's destructive ire.