What of man can boast the same?

Thine the loudest voice of praise,

Harbinger of fruitful days;

Darling of the tuneful nine,

Phœbus is thy sire divine;

Phœbus to thy note has given

Music from the spheres of heaven;

Happy most as first of earth,

All thy hours are peace and mirth;

Cares nor pains to thee belong,