Classic Poem

To Jove, to Phaebus, to the virgin-choir
Of high Parnassus, strike the sounding lyre.
For all who pour the lay, or touch the string,
Inspir'd by Phaebus and the Muses sing,
While to regal race Jove's will consign'd,
To sway with mild, and equal law, mankind. —
Accept my numbers, and my hymn approve,
Offspring divine of cloud-compelling Jove!