To Apollo

Golden Apollo, that thro' heaven wide

Scatter'st the rays of light, and truth's beams!

In lucent words my darkling verses dight,

And wash my earthy mind in thy clear streams,

That wisdom may descend in fairy dreams:

All while the jocund hours in thy train

Scatter their fancies at thy poet's feet;

And when thou yields to night thy wide domain,

Let rays of truth enlight his sleeping brain.