A charm o’er the earth and the air I fling,—
Such are the offerings I bring.
Beings that people the depths of air,
Come when I speak my wizard prayer;
I tell my will, and away! away!
O’er the boundless fields of glowing day,
Where the quivering sunbeams ever play,
Onward and onward they wing their flight,
Brightening towards the source of light.
Beings that people the depths of sea,