Orpheus

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, 34