Orphic Hymn to Apollo

Bless paean and propitious to my prayer, illustrious pow'r of Memphian tribes revere Slayer of Tityus, God of health, Lycorian Phoebus, fruitful source of wealth Spermatic golden lyre the field from thee receives its constant rich fertility Titanic, Grunian, Smythnian I sing, python destroying, hallowed Delphian king, rural light bearer and the muse's head Noble and lovely, armed with arrows dread Far running, Bacchian, two-fold and divine Pow'r far diffused, course oblique is thine O Delian king, whose light-producing eye views all within and all beneath the sky Whose locks are gold, whose oracles are sure, whose omens good reveals and precepts pure Hear me entreating for the humankind, here, and be present with benignant mind For you survey, this boundless aether all, and every part this Terrestrial ball, abundant and blessed, thy piercing sight Stands beneath the gloomy silent night, beyond the darkness a starry eye profound The stable roots, deep fixed by thee are found The world's wide bounds, all flourishing are thine Thyself the source and the end divine Tis thine all nature's music to inspire, with various sounding harmonizing lyre Now the last string thou tunft to sweet accord, divinely warbling now The highest chord, the immortal golden lyre Now touched by thee receives a Dorian melody Nature's tribes, to thee their difference owe Changing seasons, from thy music flow Hence mixed by thee, in equal parts advance Summer and winter, in alternate dance This claims the highest, and that the lowest string The Dorian measure tunes to the lovely string Hence by mankind, Pan royal, two horned named Emitting whistling winds, through searing flame Since to thy care, the figured seal's consigned To stamp the world with forms of every kind Hear me blessed power and in these rites rejoice And save thy mystics with suppliant voice