Hymn To Aristogeiton And Harmodius
Wreathed
in
myrtle,
my
sword
I'll
conceal
Like
those
champions
devoted
and
brave,
When
they
plunged
in
the
tyrant
their
steel,
And
to
Athens
deliverance
gave.
Beloved
heroes!
your
deathless
souls
roam
In
the
joy
breathing
isles
of
the
blest;
Where
the
mighty
of
old
have
their
home
-
Where
Achilles
and
Diomed
rest.
In
fresh
myrtle
my
blade
I'll
entwine,
Like
Harmodious,
the
gallant
and
good,
When
he
made
at
the
tutelar
shrine
A
libation
of
Tyranny's
blood.
Ye
deliverers
of
Athens
from
shame!
Ye
avengers
of
Liberty's
wrongs!
Endless
ages
shall
cherish
your
fame
Embalmed
in
their
echoing
songs!
