The
Hymns
of
DIONYSIUS
:
Translated
from
the
Greek
.
By
the
Rev.
Mr.
MERRICK
.
To
the
MUSE
.
LEND
thy
voice
,
celestial
maid
:
Through
thy
vocal
grove
convey'd
,
Let
a
sudden
call
from
thee
.
Wake
my
soul
to
harmony
.
Raise
,
oh
!
raise
the
hallow'd
strain
,
Mistress
of
the
tuneful
train
.
And
thou
sacred
source
of
light
,
Author
of
our
mystic
rite
,
Thou
whom
erst
Latona
bore
On
the
sea-girt
Delian
shore
,
Join
the
fav'ring
Muse
,
and
shed
All
thy
influence
on
my
head
.
II
.
TO
APOLLO
.
Be
still
,
ye
vaulted
skies
!
be
still
Each
hollow
vale
,
each
echoing
hill
,
Let
earth
and
seas
,
and
winds
attend
;
Ye
birds
awhile
your
notes
suspend
;
Be
hush'd
each
sound
;
behold
him
nigh
,
Parent
of
sacred
harmony
;
He
comes
!
his
unshorn
hair
behind
Loose
floating
to
the
wanton
wind
,
Hail
,
sire
of
day
,
whose
rosy
car
,
Through
the
pathless
fields
of
air
,
By
thy
winged
coursers
borne
,
Opes
the
eyelids
of
the
morn
.
Thou
,
whose
locks
their
light
display
O'er
the
wide
aetherial
way
,
Wreathing
their
united
rays
Into
one
promiscuous
blaze
.
Under
thy
all-seeing
eye
Earth's
remotest
corners
lie
;
While
,
in
thy
repeated
course
,
Issuing
from
thy
fruitful
source
,
Floods
of
fire
incessant
stray
,
Streams
of
everlasting
day
.
Round
thy
sphere
the
starry
throng
,
Varying
sweet
their
ceaseless
song
,
(
While
their
vivid
flames
on
high
Deck
the
clear
untroubled
sky
,
)
To
the
tuneful
lyre
advance
,
Joining
in
the
mystic
dance
,
And
with
step
alternate
beat
Old
Olympus'
lofty
seat
.
At
their
head
the
wakeful
Moon
Drives
her
milkwhite
heifers
on
,
And
with
measur'd
pace
and
even
Glides
around
the
vast
of
heaven
,
Journeying
with
unwearied
force
,
And
rejoicing
in
her
course
.
Time
attends
with
swift
career
,
And
forms
the
circle
of
the
year
.
III
.
TO
NEMESIS
.
Nemesis
,
whose
dreaded
weight
Turns
the
scale
of
human
fate
;
On
whose
front
black
terrors
dwell
,
Daughter
dire
of
Justice
,
hail
!
Thou
whose
adamantine
rein
Curbs
the
arrogant
and
vain
.
Wrong
and
Force
before
thee
die
,
Envy
shuns
thy
searching
eye
,
And
,
her
sable
wings
outspread
,
Flies
to
hide
her
hated
head
.
Where
thy
wheel
with
restless
round
Runs
along
th'
unprinted
ground
,
Humbled
there
,
at
thy
decree
Human
greatness
bows
the
knee
.
Thine
it
is
unseen
to
trace
Step
by
step
each
mortal's
pace
:
Thine
the
sons
of
Pride
to
check
,
And
to
bend
the
stubborn
neck
,
Till
our
lives
directed
stand
By
the
measure
in
thy
hand
.
Thou
observant
sit'st
on
high
With
bent
brow
and
stedfast
eye
,
Weighing
all
that
meets
thy
view
In
thy
balance
just
and
true
.
Goddess
,
look
propitious
down
,
View
us
,
but
without
a
frown
,
Nemesis
,
whose
dreaded
weight
Turns
the
scale
of
human
fate
.
Nemesis
be
still
our
theme
,
Power
immortal
and
supreme
,
Thee
we
praise
,
nor
thee
alone
,
But
add
the
partner
of
thy
throne
.
Thee
and
Justice
both
we
sing
,
Justice
,
whose
unwearied
wing
Rears
aloft
the
virtuous
name
Safe
from
hell's
rapacious
claim
;
And
when
thou
thy
wrath
hast
shed
Turns
it
from
the
guiltless
head
.