Zeus, on Olympian hight,
Shining in garments bright,
Casting thy eyes around,
Catching each note of sound,
            Zeus! hear my prayer!
 
Not in an incense cloud,
Not in words long and loud,
No gold or silver by
Shining to catch thine eye,
          Rises my prayer.
 
Hopeful and strong for strife,
Sing I my song of life,
No cringing worshiper,
Trembling, afraid to stir,
          Pray I to Thee.
 
Pleasure of earthly power,
Joys of the passing hour,
Breadth and great depth of thought
With the heart's life blood bought,
          All these I scorn.
 
Zeus! For the beautiful
          Bend I my knee!
Zeus! For the truly good
          Bow I to thee!
 
Oh! let those two clear rays
Shine on my youthful days,
Shine like the sun's bright glow,
Diminishing all lights below;
          Zeus is my prayer.

^___James A. Wickersham