Come now, muses and dryads

  Come hither, oracles and naiads

  To the twin peaked mountains, seen by those with sight

  To the sacred gorges and springs lit by the light

  Of holy Parnassus

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  Come rest and celebrate the Pythian lord

  Who holds your love dearest

  Who guards you with the golden sword

  As you pluck olives, the sweat of Pallas

  Hum the song of Apollo

  Phoebus, son of Leto

  Hail Apollo, ruler of the seat of Oracles, provider of Delphi. Hail Paean, radiant singer, Illuminator of lost truths. Hail Pride of Leto, giver of wisdom, who by the will of Zeus is supreme among the gods. Oh, Young bull who guards the fold... Come Paean, and let our melodies mix.