Celtic Cross

Hymns of Orpheus


Hymn To Ceres

The Fumigation from Storax.

O Universal mother, Ceres famed
August, the source of wealth, and various named:
Great nurse, all-bounteous, blessed and divine,
Who joyest in peace, to nourish corn is thine :
Goddess of feed, of fruits abundant, fair,
Harvest and threshing are thy constant care;
Who dwellest in Elusina's seats retired,
Lovely, delightful queen, by all desired.
Nurse of all mortals, whose benignant mind,
First ploughing oxen to the yoke confined;
And gave to men, what nature's wants require,
With plenteous means of bliss which all desire.
In verdure flourishing, in honor bright,
Assessor of great Bacchus, bearing light:
Rejoicing in the reapers sickles, kind,
Whose nature lucid, earthly, pure, we find.
Prolific, venerable, Nurse divine,
Thy daughter loving, holy Proserpine:
A car with dragons yoked, 'tis thine to guide,
And orgies singing round thy throne to ride:
Only-begotten, much-producing queen,
All flowers are thine and fruits of lovely green.
Bright Goddess, come, with Summer's rich increase
Swelling and pregnant, leading smiling Peace;
Come, with fair Concord and imperial Health,
And join with these a needful store of wealth.

Translated by Thomas Taylor.