Below is an Homeric Hymn to Apollo from Delos. I hope you all enjoy:

I shall remember,
May I not forget,
Apollo the Archer.

The gods tremble at him
When he enters at the house of Zeus,
They spring up when he comes near them,
They all spring up from their seats
When he stretches back his bright bow.
Only Leto waits besides Zeus who loved thunder.

She unstrings the bow, she closes the quiver,
Taking it with her hands
Off his strong shoulders,
She hangs the bow on a golden peg
Against a pillar in his father’s house.
Then she leads him to a seat.

Queen Leto is full of joy
Because the son born to her
Is an archer and strong.
Be happy, blessed Leto,
You have given birth to glorious children,
The lord Apollo and Artemis who delights in arrows,

Phoebus Apollo addressed the immortal goddesses;
‘May the lyre and the curved bow be dear to me,
And I shall reveal to mortals
The infallible will of Zeus.’
With these words, Phoebus,
The long-haired, far-shooting god,
Began walking over the wide paths of the earth.