Samuel Webbe - Great Apollo - текст песни (слова)

Great Apollo, strike the lyre,
 Fill the raptur'd soul with fire,
 Let the festive song go round,
 Let this night with joy be crown'd.
 
 Hark! What numbers soft and clear,
 Steal upon the ravish'd ear,
 Sure no mortal sweeps the strings,
 Listen, 'tis Apollo sings.