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01. Sep 2006

Hymn to the Daemon



Thee, mighty ruling, Daemon dread, I call,
Mild Jove, life-giving, and the source of all:
Great Jove, much-wandering, terrible and strong,
To whom revenge and tortures dire belong.

Mankind from thee, in plenteous wealth abound,
When in their dwellings joyful thou art found;
Or pass thro' life afflicted and distressed,
the needful means of bliss by thee suppressed.
'Tis thine alone endued with boundless might,
To keep the keys of sorrow and delight.

O holy, blessed father, hear my prayer,
Disperse the seeds of life-consuming care;
With favoring mind the sacred rites attend,
And grant my days a glorious, blessed end.

(Ukendt forfatter - 2.-3. århundrede evt., 
traditionelt tilskrevet den mytiske digter Orpheus 
og oversat til engelsk af Thomas Taylor).
Billedet er Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld af Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot (1796-1875).