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I am she that was the light of thee enkindled

When Greece grew dim;

She whose life grew up with man's free life, and dwindled

With wane of him.

She that once by sword and once by word imperial

Struck bright thy gloom;

And a third time, casting off these years funereal,

Shall burst thy tomb.

By that bond‘ twixt thee and me whereat affrighted

Thy tyrants fear us;

By that hope and this remembrance reunited;