The Fumigation from Myrrh.

O thou, who dost the roots of Ocean keep
In seats caerulean, daemon of the deep,
With fifty nymphs (attending in thy train,
Fair virgin artists glorying thro' the main:
The dark foundation of the rolling sea
And Earth's wide bounds, belong much-famed to thee;
Great daemon, source of all, whose power can make
The Earth's unmeasured, holy basis shake,
When blustering winds in secret caverns pent,
By thee excited, struggle hard for vent:
Come, blessed Nereus, listen to my prayer,
And cease to shake the earth with wrath severe;
Send on our sacred rites abundant health,
With peace divine and necessary wealth.

Translated by Thomas Taylor.