TO M. C. OF ATHENS

By John Lawson Stoddard

Son of the race that gave the world its best,

Of ancient Greece a noble type thou art,—

An Attic spirit transferred to the West,

The blood of Hellas pulsing at thy heart;

In homage to thyself and to thy land,

Accept, I pray, these simple lines of mine;

To one I offer both my heart and hand,

Before the other kneel, as at a shrine.