Come forth! for the powers
Of my crying are hurled :-—
Come forth! O ye souls of the fire, where the sound of
my singing is whirled!
Ye blossoms of lightning,
Bare boughs of the tree
Of life, where the brightening
Abysses of sea
Reveal ye, the whitening
Swords kindled of me.
Come forth! I invoke thee, O lightning, the flames of the
Gods flung free!
THE LIGHTNING
The wand of Hermes, the caduceus wonder-
working,
Sweeps in mid-zther—
Where we are lurking
It finds us and gathers.
By our mother the amber
In her glorious chamber;
By the flames that enwreathe her ;
By the tombs of our fathers ;
Awake! let us fly, the compeller is nigh.
Strike! let us die!
ORPHEUS
Ye powers volcanic,
Cyclopean forces,
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