P HOEBUS , unto thee we sing,
O thou great Idalian king:
Thou the God of Physic art,
Of Poetry and Archery;
We sing unto thee with a heart,
Devoted to thy deity:
All bright glory crown thy head,
Thou sovereign of all piety,
Whose golden beams and rays are shed
As well upon the poor as rich,
For thou alike regardest each;
Phœbus unto thee we sing,
O thou great Idalian king.