Giver of glowing light!

Though but a god of other days,

The kings and sages

Of wiser ages

Still live and gladden in thy genial rays!

King of the tuneful lyre,

Still poets’ hymns to thee belong;

Though lips are cold

Whereon of old

Thy beams all turn’d to worshipping and song!

Lord of the dreadful bow,

None triumph now for Python’s death;

But thou dos............