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Epictetus. (c.A.D. 50–c.A.D. 138). The Golden Sayings of Epictetus.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Appendix B. The Hymn of Cleanthes
CHIEFEST glory of deathless Gods, Almighty for ever, | |
Sovereign of Nature that rulest by law, what Name shall we give Thee?— | |
Blessed be Thou! for on Thee should call all things that are mortal. | |
For that we are Thine offspring; nay, all that in myriad motion | |
Lives for its day on the earth bears one impress—Thy likeness—upon it. | 5 |
Wherefore my song is of Thee, and I hymn Thy power for ever. | |
Lo, the vast orb of the Worlds, round the Earth evermore as it rolleth, | |
Feels Thee its Ruler and Guide, and owns Thy lordship rejoicing. | |
Aye, for Thy conquering hands have a servant of living fire— | |
Sharp is the bolt!—where it falls, Nature shrinks at the shock and doth shudder. | 10 |
Thus Thou directest the Word universal that pulses through all things, | |
Mingling its life with Lights that are great and Lights that are lesser, | |
E’en as besemeth its birth, High King through ages unending. | |
Nought is done that is done without Thee in the earth or the waters | |
Or in the heights of heaven, save the deed of the fool and the sinner. | 15 |
Thou canst make rough things smooth; at Thy Voice, lo, jarring disorder | |
Moveth to music, and Love is born where hatred abounded. | |
Thus hast Thou fitted alike things good and things evil together, | |
That over all might reign one Reason, supreme and eternal; | |
Though thereunto the hearts of the wicked be hardened and headless— | 20 |
Woe unto them!—for while ever their hands are grasping at good things, | |
Blind are their eyes, yea, stopped are their ears to God’s Law universal, | |
Calling through wise obedience to live the life that is noble. | |
This they mark not, but heedless of right, turn each to his own way, | |
Here, a heart fired with ambition, in strife and straining unhallowed; | 25 |
There, thrusting honour aside, fast set upon getting and gaining; | |
Others again given over to lusts and dissolute softness, | |
Working never God’s Law, but that which warreth upon it. | |
Nay, but, O Giver of all things good, whose home is the dark cloud, | |
Thou that wieldest Heaven’s bolt, save men from their ignorance grievous; | 30 |
Scatter its night from their souls, and grant them to come to that Wisdom | |
Wherewithal, sistered with Justice, Thou rulest and governest all things; | |
That we, honoured by Thee, may requite Thee with worship and honour, | |
Evermore praising thy works, as is meet for men that shall perish; | |
Seeing that none, be he mortal or God, hath privilege nobler | 35 |
Than without stint, without stay, to extol Thy Law universal. | |