Deliver us, as gloriously as thou,
To whom we raise our votive song in vain:
Thou, all the past and future, aid us now!
Thy song, thine art, thy laurel's verdant green,
Are all we seek: let all our will be thine;
Thou god of light and fire, archer keen,
Our all is number'd to thy voice divine.
Let but thy Muse a single moment stay,
And give us tongue to offer in thy praise:
Do thou, bright rider of the gleaming day,
Light on us all thy music in thy rays.
As one to thee entreaties now inclin'd:
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
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