Orpheus The Hymns of Orpheus – XIX: To Jove, as the Author of Lightning

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I Call the mighty, holy, splendid light,
Aerial, dreadful-sounding, fiery-bright;
Flaming, aerial-light, with angry voice,
Lightning thro’ lucid clouds with horrid noise.
Untam’d, to whom resentments dire belong,
Pure, holy pow’r, all-parent, great and strong:
Come, and benevolent these rites attend,
And grant my days a peaceful, blessed end.