LXXVI.

Hereditary Bondsmen! know ye not _Who_ would be free _themselves_ must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought?[181] Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye? No! True--they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will Freedom's Altars flame. Shades of the Helots! triumph o'er your foe! Greece! change thy lords, thy state is still the same; Thy glorious day is o'er, but not thine years of shame.