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'Of Ignorance assail'd; ye, when they rais'd

'The supplicating eye and clasp'd your knees,

'Ye stretch'd above them your protecting shields, 80

'Led them uninjur'd from the strife of war,

'And sent them forth to civilize the world.'

Now loose the cable from the wave-worn rock,
Raise the broad sail, and to the winds of Heav'n
Unfurl it; push our light bark from the shore, 8 5

And whilst the billows of the angry main
Curl o'er its bow, in solemn chorus raise
The melodies of twice a thousand years,
Till from each rocky point and headland dark,
The shades of those who conquer'd on these plains, 90
Seem to bend list'ning. Now th' JEgean sea
Spreads broad before us, on its golden breast
Bearing those beauteous isles of amethyst,
Or jasper, as th' inconstant hues of eve
Float o'er their hills. Swiftly our light bark stems 9 5
The foaming eddies; Sunium's cape, which late
Seem'd but a cloud upon the ocean's wave,
Now clear emerging to the view, displays
Its red-stain'd rocks by pendent flow'rs o'erhung,

Its dusky caves, its shrubs of living green, 100

And its white temple bleach'd by wint'ry storms.

Beneath its crags the light wind dies away,

Whilst fav'ring breezes fill the latteen sail

Of yon kaiki,1 which thro' whit'ning foam

Gains on our tardy course. My sturdy Greeks 105

Bend forward to your oars, and urge our flight

Across the slumb'ring sea; captivity

Or death await us if we linger here.

The lawless Mainote, sitting at the helm,

Points to our bark becalm'd, and urges on 110

His pirate-fellows to the chase; e'en now

I view the swarthy brow and savage eye

Glaring beneath their caps of crimson hue.

But lo! the gale circling the rocky cape,

Comes dimpling the blue wave; our flagging sail 115

Receives it, and impels us on our way.

The shores of Attica recede; the gulph,

Saronic bears us on its yielding breast,

Near bleak iEgina, from whose woody hill

The ruin'd fane of Jove o'erlooks the deep; 120

1 Greek boat.

Oft hail'd by those of ancient days who plough'd

Th' iEgean tide from Asia to the land

Of Cecrops, when upon the sea they cast

Sweet flow'ry wreaths, and cups of Saurian wine,

Their votive offerings to the marine God. 125

Hence louder breezes waft our little boat

Beneath the dusky hills of Argolis,

Round that bluff point, which from its foam-girt breast

Beats back th' indignant surge; till Nauplia's bay,

The haven of our rest, mantled in night, ISO

Re-echoes mournful to our dashing oars.

Hail to the shores which Poesy has deck'd With all her epic and her tragic flow'rs. Where'er I turn her melancholy harp Echoes from moss-grown piles of mould'ring stone 13 5 The song of ancient days. Alcides here In Tiryns wheel'd his unremitted course From morn to eve around these battlements, And steel'd his limbs by toil. Hence Diomed With clarions gave the signal to unmoor 140 And stem the surge to Troy. There Danaus, From iEgypt fugitive, beneath the rock

Of Argos sat, and bade his daughters raise

The suppliant bough. Where yonder mound looks gray,

With heaps of sculptur'd marble strew'd around, 14 5

The meek Electra on her fathers tomb

Pour'd her sad off'rings, streams of honied milk,

And purple wine, and hung her ringlets shorn,

And myrtle wreaths, to sooth his angry shade.

The morning sun of Greece's glory rose 1 50

Upon thy tow'rs, Mycenae, gleaming far
In battle's pomp, and when it set in night,
It cast a parting ray against thy walls,
Ruin'd and desolate. The time has been
When potent chieftains from thy ramparts saw, 15 5
Far as the eye could reach, their subject hosts
Dark'ning yon champain with the measur'd march
Of steel-girt files. This lion-sculptur'd gate
Threw wide her portals to receive her lord,
Victor from Troy; here as he pass'd along, 160

The tim'rous virgin, lifting up her veil,
Gaz'd on his manly stature, tow'ririg high
In the triumphal car; his war-worn front,
His bruised cuirass, and his gloomy helm,

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