
To the Sun
(The fumigation from
frankincense and manna)
Hear golden Titan, whose eternal eye
With broad survey illumines all the sky:
Self-born, unwearied in diffusing light,
And to all eyes the mirrour of delight:
Lord of the seasons, with thy fiery car
And leaping coursers, beaming light from
far:
With thy right hand the source of morning
light,
And with thy left the father of the night.
Agile and vig'rous, venerable Sun,
Fiery and bright around the heav'ns you
run.
Foe to the wicked, but the good man's
guide,
O'er all his steps propitious you preside:
With various-sounding, golden lyre, 'tis
thine
To fill the world with harmony divine.
Father of ages, guide of prosp'rous deeds,
The world's commander, born by lucid
steeds,
Immortal Jove, all-searching, bearing
light,
Source of existence, pure and fiery bright:
Bearer of fruit, almighty lord of years,
Agil and warm, whom ev'ry pow'r reveres.
Great eye of Nature and the starry skies,
Doom'd with immortal flames to set and
rise:
Dispensing justice, lover of the stream,
The world's great despot, and o'er all
supreme.
Faithful defender, and the eye of right,
Of steeds the ruler, and of life the light:
With sounding whip four fiery steeds you
guide,
When in the car of day you glorious ride.
Propitious on these mystic labours shine,
And bless thy suppliants with a life
divine.