Apollo
Lord O' The Lyre: as of Soul-melting Song:
Lord of The Sun: of Pestilence — The Sun's war;
O Th' Healing Art: as of dread Divination;
Last, God of Archery — whose darts shoot far!
Aim Thou my shaft! Refortify my arm!
Point Thou my arrows! See Thou they're feather'd fine!
Where'er harm's meant, see Thou they do most harm
When shoot I Lies, Seduction, Theft, Rapine.
The Meek, the Weak — Strugglers, come Thou to their aid;
The Poor — The Oppress'd — The Robb'd, do Thou revenge
Baffle Thou, on Liberty the rich man's raid:
Show a pelf-ridden world the Gods can avenge —
Apollo, Far-Darter! The Future 'll show
Whether myth Thou art or — Marksman with strong bow!
Lord of The Sun: of Pestilence — The Sun's war;
O Th' Healing Art: as of dread Divination;
Last, God of Archery — whose darts shoot far!
Aim Thou my shaft! Refortify my arm!
Point Thou my arrows! See Thou they're feather'd fine!
Where'er harm's meant, see Thou they do most harm
When shoot I Lies, Seduction, Theft, Rapine.
The Meek, the Weak — Strugglers, come Thou to their aid;
The Poor — The Oppress'd — The Robb'd, do Thou revenge
Baffle Thou, on Liberty the rich man's raid:
Show a pelf-ridden world the Gods can avenge —
Apollo, Far-Darter! The Future 'll show
Whether myth Thou art or — Marksman with strong bow!
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