XXX: To the Curetes

A HYMN. LEAPING Curetes, who with dancing feet And circling measures, armed footsteps beat: Whose bosom's mad, fanatic transports fire, Who move in rythm to the founding lyre: Who traces deaf when lightly leaping tread, Arm bearers, strong defenders, rulers dread: Propitious omens, guards of Proserpine *, Preserving rites, mysterious and divine Come, and benevolent my words attend, (In herds rejoicing), and my life defend. 10 156:* Proclus calls the Curetes, guards of Proserpine, lib. vi. Theol. Plat. p. 383.