To Apollo (feat. Erik Akopyan)

Blest Paean, come, propitious to my prayer

Illustrious power, whom Memphian tribes revere

Slayer of Tityus, and the God of health

Lycorian Phœbus, fruitful source of wealth

Rural, light-bearer, and the Muse's head

Noble and lovely, armed with arrows dread

O, Delian king, whose light-producing eye

Views all within, and all beneath the sky

Whose locks are gold, whose oracles are sure

Who, omens good revealest, and precepts pure

Hear me entreating for the human kind

Hear, and be present with benignant mind

Abundant, blessed; and yours piercing sight

Extends beneath the gloomy, silent night

Beyond the darkness, starry-eyed, profound

The stable roots, deep fixed by you are found

Its yours all Nature's music to inspire

With various-sounding, harmonising lyre

All Nature's tribes to you their difference owe

And changing seasons from your music flow