GREECE

I am she that made thee lovely with my beauty

From north to south:

Mine, the fairest lips, took first the fire of duty

From thine own mouth.

Mine, the fairest eyes, sought first thy laws and knew them

Truths undefiled;

Mine, the fairest hands, took freedom first into them,

A weanling child.

By my light, now he lies sleeping, seen above him

Where none sees other;

By my dead that loved and living men that love him;