For today, I thought I would share an Ode that features the Roman god Mercury.
Great Mercury, by Maia sprung
From Atlas; god of nimble tongue
And understanding; saviour
Of our raw race, who deigned to teach
Man wrestling, grace of body, speech
And civilised behaviour,
You are the one my poem sings -
The lyre’s inventor; he who brings
Heaven’s messages; the witty
Adventurer who takes delight
In slyly stowing out of sight
Anything he finds pretty.
Horace, Odes, Book One, 10