(WRITTEN TO THE TUNE OF THE AIR IN "DON GIOVANNI") APOLLO. WHICH of the fairest three To-day will ride with me? My steeds are all pawing at the threshold of the morn: Which of the fairest three To-day will ride with me Across the gold Autumn's whole Kingdom of corn? THE GRACES all answer. I will, I-- I-- I-- O young Apollo let me fly Along with thee, I will--I, I, I, The many wonders see I-- I-- I-- I-- And thy lyre shall never have a slackened string; I, I, I, I, Thro' the golden day will sing. |