Oh, gracious God, fill my desire,
Apollo, with your soothing lyre,
Command the everlasting dance!
Evoke in me the bygone love,--
The days of rapture and romance!
And let the Cupid from above
Turn green with jealousy and envy,
And glimmer in the somber sky!
Apollo, with affection, hand me
The gifts of Muses and then, I
Shall write of love as none before me
Have ever loved nor ever wrote!
And then the mortals shall adore me,
And fancy wisdom of my thought.
Then, dear Apollo, I shall praise
And with my pen recite your grace!