To Whom Much Is Given, Much Is Required
Talent is rare, genius is rarer still:
might I, a humble soul, covet the twain,
that I may scale the lofty heights and hill
of Helicon; and entreat once again
Apollo and the Muses for brilliance,
skill, art, and dexterity of sound mind,
with which to master divine eloquence
of written songs and rhymes subtly refined.
Once granted to me by the gods of myth,
I'll offer thanks and sacrifice; promise
Phoebus the sun god myself and a fifth
of my crops as tribute to him and Pierus:
and magnify with meter the Logos,
in whom resides, and is, the LORD of hosts!
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