The chapter for Apollo, god of light, truth, prophecy, archery, medicine, etc.
Phoebus
Apollo
Oh Phoebus! From
your golden throne on many-ridged Olympus,
only truth and light leave from your lips. We pay great respect to you on sun,
born from the loins of Zeus Cloudgatherer and the womb of Leto along with your
sister of same time: Silver-Crowned Artemis. Wreathed in laurels you shoot from
your golden bow among mortals. At merely few months age you slayed Might
Python, sent from the depths of Tartarus by Hera, the Queen. Many a day and
night did you fight! oh great one �" utterer of truth! Delphi:
your favorite city for which you are patron, you reveal amongst mortals the
will of those who have golden ichor for blood and the spinners. You fell in
love with swift-footed Daphne, whose beauty was unsurpassed save for Aphrodite
Pandemos. Alas! The sisters of Fate said No. Turning her into a tree: the
laurel, which later became your sign. On Olympus,
the favorite pastime of the gods is to listen to your lyre, where you produce
music that we men can only dream of one day hearing with our utterly unworthy
ears. Your gracefully fleeting fingers strumming the instrument and ushering in
bliss to many-ridged Olympus. Patron of the
arts, mathematics, poetry, music, truth, light, prophecy, medicine, and archery
art thou! I beseech thee O Phoebus! Impart to me the secrets of Calculus and
Trigonometry oh great one!
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