Orphic Hymn to Hermes

Hermes, draw near, and to my prayer incline,
Angel of Zeus, and Maia's son divine;
Studious of contests, ruler of mankind,
With heart almighty, and a prudent mind.
Celestial messenger, of various skill,
Whose powerful arts could watchful Argos kill:
With winged feet, it is yours through air to course,
O friend of man, and prophet of discourse:
Great life-supporter, to rejoice is thine,
In arts gymnastic, and in fraud divine:
With power endued all language to explain,
Of care the loosener, and the source of gain.
Whose hand contains of blameless peace the rod,
Corucian, blessed, profitable god;
Of various speech, whose aid in works we find,
And in necessities to mortals kind:

Dire weapon of the tongue, which men revere,
Be present, Hermes, and your suppliant hear;
Assist my works, conclude my life with peace,
Give graceful speech, and me memory's increase.