Be the eternal object of our song,
And sweetest symphonies; may ev’ry tongue
And throat sonorous, vocal music raise,
And ev’ry grateful instrument combine
To celebrate, great god, thy power divine.
Let other poets to the world relate,
Of Troy, the hard, unhappy fate;
And in immortal song rehearse,
Purpled with streams of blood the Phrygian plain;
The glorious hist’ry of Achilles slain,