In his wanderings of the mountain, Constantine has found the following marble stealae, half buried in soil and covered in vines in the caldera. It forms one side of an equilateral triangle between the temple near the covenant and the island. The Stelea has three sides, each covered in writing. One side is Greek and holds the following words. The other two sides, in unknown languages, prove to have the equivalent writing (thinks the Thoughts within the Babble)
Attend Musaeus to my sacred song,
And learn what rites to sacrifice belong.
Zeus I invoke, the earth, and solar light,
The moon's pure splendor, and the Stars of Night;
Thee Poseidonus, ruler of the sea profound,
dark-haired, whose waves begirt the solid ground;
Ceres abundant, and of lovely mien,
And Proserpine, infernal Hades's queen;
The huntress Artemis, and bright Phoebus rays,
Far-darting God, the theme of Delphic praise;
And Dionysus, honoured by the heavenly choir,
And raging Ares, and Hephaestos god of fire;
The mighty power who rose from foam to light,
and Hades potent in the realms of night;
With Hebe young, and Hercules the strong,
And you to whom the cares of births belong:
Justice and Piety august I call,
and much-famed nymphs, and Pan the god of all.
To Hera sacred, and to Memory fair,
And the chaste Muses I address my prayer;
The various year, the Graces, and the Hours,
Fair-haired Latona, and Dione's powers;
Armed Curetes, household Gods I call,
With those who spring from Zeus the king of all:
The Idaean Gods, the angel of the skies,
And righteous Themis, with sagacious eyes;
With ancient night, and day-light I implore,
And Faith, and Justice dealing right adore;
Kronos and Rhea, and great Thetis too,
Hid in a veil of bright celestial blue:
I call great Ocean, and the beauteous train
Of nymphs, who dwell in chambers of the main;
Atlas the strong, and ever in its prime,
Vigorous Eternity, and endless Time;
The Stygian pool, and placid Gods beside,
And various Genii, that over men preside;
Illustrious Providence, the noble train
Of daemon forms, who fill the aetherial plain:
Or live in air, in water, earth or fire,
Or deep beneath the solid ground retire.
Bacchus and Semele the friends of all,
And white Leucothea of the sea I call;
Palaemon bounteous, and Adrastria great,
And sweet-tongued Victory, with success elate;
Great Aesculapius, skilled to cure disease,
And dread Athena, whom fierce battles please;
Thunders and winds mighty columns pent,
With dreadful roaring struggling hard for vent;
Attis, the mother of the powers on high,
And fair Adonis, never doomed to die,
End and beginning he is all to all,
These with propitious aid I gently call;
And to my holy sacrifice invite,
The power who reigns in deepest hell and night;
I call Einodian Hecate, lovely dame,
Of earthly, watery, and celestial frame,
Sepulchral, in a saffron veil arrayed,
Pleased with dark ghosts that wander thro' the shade;
Persian, unconquerable huntress hail!
The world's key-bearer never doomed to fail;
On the rough rock to wander thee delights,
Leader and nurse be present to our rites;
Propitious grant our just desires success,
Accept our homage, and the incense bless.
Last modified: Thurs Nov 19, 1998 / Jeremiah Genest