The babe was born at the first peep of day;

He began playing on the lyre at noon,

And the same evening did he steal away

Apollo's herds;-the fourth day of the moon

On which him bore the venerable May,

From her immortal limbs he leaped full soon,

Nor long could in the sacred cradle keep,

But out to seek Apollo's herds would creep.

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