Odyllic Force! O mystic power divine!

O greater than magician's might!—of course

You know the virtues of this gift of mine,

Odyllic Force!

I can command the vasty deep. I say

Unto the elemental storm—"Be still!"

It may be that the sea will not obey,

But what of that? Deny it if ye may,

Still I command; still, still by night and day

Despite all scorn, I exercise my will

And on the troubled surface of the main

Fresh from my soul, fresh from its limpid source,

I pour my subtle influence—I rain

Odyllic Force.

I say unto the weather—"Be thou fine!"

And straightway, if it be not foul, 'tis fair.

Nay, at my word the very sun will shine

If it should haply chance no clouds are there.

And should the temperature not fall below

The freezing point, until the twenty-first

Frost shall be all unknown, and ice and snow,

And plumbers; and the taps shall freely flow,

Nor shall the leaden pipes presume to show

The shadow of a tendency to burst.

Nay, if the weather be not somewhat cold

It shall be warm. The budding gems of gold,

Should they appear, we shortly may behold,

Flashing amid the prickles of the gorse.

So for the good of man, and beast, and flower

I diligently use my mystic power,

And ever exercise from hour to hour;

Odyllic Force.

Thus do the elements obey my call.

Thus do I influence the Seasons' course

Thus do I exercise for great and small,

The king, the lord, the beggar, one and all,

Odyllic Force.