As in the east at dawn the golden sphere
In all of its radiance does appear
And sheds its light and warmth on all the Earth,
And each day brings to all great life and worth,
So you the soul and spirit of the Sun
In your course, Apollo, all overrun.
Your chariot like your hair is golden,
All to your beauty are fore’er beholden.
Forever young and fair of form and face,
You slew the python and possessed its place;
You left it disfigured in the cave to rot,
Darkness forever did you make its lot:
While you to heaven did again ascend,
To Justice always in all ways defend.