A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

Clime of the unfo~otten bran I
WLoee land from plam to mountain-eave
Wu Freedom's home or Glory's gn.ve I
Shrine of the mighty! can it be
That this is all remain• or thee 1
Approech, thou ernven crouching &lave:
Say, ia not this Thermopyhe I
These waters blue that round you lave,
0 servile offspring of the fre&-
Pronounee what aea, what shore ia thiat
The gult, the rock of Sala.mia I
Theee acenea 1 their story not unknown,
.Ariae and make again your own ;
Snatch from the uhea of your airee
The em ben of their former fires ;
And he who in the strife expires
Will add to tbein a name of fear
That Tyranny ab&ll qua.ke to hear,
And leave hie 1001 a hope, a fame,
They too will rather die than shame :
For freedom 'a battle once begun,
Bequeathrd by bleeding Sire to Son,
Though baftled oft, ia ever won.
Bear witneas, Greece, thy living page,
Attest it many a dealhle88 age I
While kinga, in dusty darkne88 hid 1
Ha ore lt!t\ a nameleaa pJTilmid,
Thy heroes, though the geneml doom
Hath swept the column from their tomb,
A mightier monument command,
The mountains of their native land I
There poi.uta thy Mu•e to stranger's eye
The graves of those that cannot die l
'Twere long to tell, and aad to tnce,
Et.ch step from splendour to diagn.ce ;
Enough-no fore1gn foe could quell
Thy soul, till from itself it fell ;
Yea! aelf-abuement paved the way
To nllal.n-bonde and de1p0t away.
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