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184 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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REV. GEORGE CROLY (1780-1860)
LEONIDAS
S
HOUT for the mighty men, Who died along this shore — Who died within this mountain's glen ! For never nobler chieftain's head Was laid on Valor's crimson bed,
Nor ever prouder gore Sprang forth, than theirs who won the day Upon thy strand, Thermopylae !
Shout for the mighty men,
Who on the Persian tents, Like lions from their midnight den Bounding on the slumbering deer, Rush'd—a storm of sword and spear; —
Like the roused elements, Let loose from an immortal hand, To chasten or to crush a land !
But there are none to hear;
Greece is a hopeless slave. Leonidas ! no hand is near To lift thy fiery falchion now; No warrior makes the warrior's vow
Upon thy sea-wash'd grave. The voice that should be rais'd by men, Must now be given by wave and glen. |
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