No More Learning

The mighty ruler of this earthly ball, for ever flowing, to these rites I call;
Martial and blest, unseen by mortal sight,           fears, and pleas'd with gloomy night:
Hence, fancy's terrors are by thee allay'd, all-various king, who lov'st the desart shade:
Each of thy brothers killing, blood is thine, two-fold Curete [Kourete], many-form'd, divine.