So said the ready-voiced daughters of great Zeus, and they plucked and gave
me a rod, a shoot of sturdy laurel, a marvellous thing, and breathed into me a divine voice to celebrate things that shall be and things that were aforetime; and they bade me sing of the race of the blessed gods that are eternally, but ever to sing of themselves both first and last.
But why all this about oak or stone?1
Come you, let us begin with the Muses who gladden the great spirit of their father Zeus in Olympus
with their songs, telling of things that are and that shall be and that were aforetime with consenting voice. Unwearying flows the sweet sound
from their lips, and the house of their father Zeus the loud-thunderer is glad at the lily-like voice of the goddesses as it spreads abroad, and the peaks of snowy Olympus
resound, and the homes of the immortals. And they, uttering their immortal voice, celebrate in song first of all the revered race of the gods
from the beginning, those whom Earth and wide Heaven begot, and the gods sprung of these, givers of good things. Then next, the goddesses sing of Zeus, the father of gods and men, as they begin and end their strain, how much he is the most excellent among the gods and supreme in power.
And again, they chant the race of men and strong giants, and gladden the heart of Zeus within Olympus
,—the Olympian Muses, daughters of Zeus the aegis-holder.