LXXXIX.

The Sun, the soil--but not the slave, the same;-- Unchanged in all except its foreign Lord, Preserves alike its bounds and boundless fame[fw] The Battle-field, where Persia's victim horde First bowed beneath the brunt of Hellas' sword, As on the morn to distant Glory dear, When Marathon became a magic word;[39.B.] Which uttered, to the hearer's eye appear[fx] The camp, the host, the fight, the Conqueror's career,[fy]