Then, rejoiced, the stripling answered: 'Rule of day give me; give

Give me place that men may see me how I blaze, and transcendingly

I, divine, proclaim my birthright.' Darkened Helios, and his

Choked prophetic: 'O half mortal!' he exclaimed in an agony,

'O lost son of mine! lost son! No! put a prayer for another thing:

Not for this: insane to wish it, and to crave the gift impious!

Cannot other gifts my godhead shed upon thee? miraculous

Mighty gifts to prove a blessing, that to earth thou shalt be a joy?