ne
Selene, gentle of heart and fair of tress. Beginning from thee shall I
sing the renown of heroes half divine whose deeds do minstrels chant from
their charmed lips; these ministers of the Muses.

XXXII. TO THE DIOSCOURI

Sing, fair-glancing Muses, of the sons of Zeus, the Tyndaridae, glorious
children of fair-ankled Leda, Castor the tamer of steeds and faultless
Polydeuces. These, after wedlock with Cronion of the dark clouds, she
bore beneath the crests of Taygetus, that mighty hill, to be the saviours
of earthly men, and of swift ships when the wintry breezes rush along the
pitiless sea. Then men from their ships call in prayer with sacrifice of
white lambs when they mount the vessel's deck. But the strong wind and
the wave of the sea drive down their ship beneath the water; when
suddenly appear the sons of Zeus rushing through the air with tawny
wings, and straightway have they stilled the tempests of evil winds, and
have lulled the waves in the gulfs of the white salt sea: glad signs are
they to mariners, an ending of their labour: and men see it and are glad,
and cease from weary toil. Hail ye, Tyndaridae, ye knights of swift
steeds, anon will I be mindful of you and of another lay.

[The Dioscuri coming to the feast of the Theoxenia. From a Vase in the
British Museum (Sixth Century B.C.): lang252.jpg]

XXXIII. TO DIONYSUS

Some say that Semele bare thee to Zeus the lord of thunder in Dracanon,
and some in windy Icarus, and some in Naxos, thou seed of Zeus,
Eiraphiotes; and others by the deep-swelling river Alpheius, and others,
O Prince, say that thou wert born in Thebes. Falsely speak they all: for
the Father of Gods and men begat thee far away from men, while
white-armed Hera knew it not. There is a hill called Nyse, a lofty hill,
flowering into woodland, far away from Phoenicia, near the streams of
AEgyptus. . . .

"And to thee will they raise many statues in the temples: as these thy
deeds are three, so men will sacrifice to thee hecatombs every three
years." {254}

So spake Zeus the counsellor, and nodded with his head. Be gracious,
Eiraphiotes, thou wild lover, from thee, beginning and ending with thee,
we minstrels sing: in nowise is it possible for him who forgets thee to
be mindful of sacred song. Hail to thee, Dionysus Eiraphiotes, with thy
mother Semele, whom men call Thyone.

FOOTNOTES

{4} Baumeister, p. 94, and note on Hymn to Hermes, 51, citing Antigonu