VII.

Hear yet again, ye mighty!--Where are they Who, with their green Olympic garlands crown’d, Leap’d up in proudly beautiful array, As to a banquet gathering, at the sound Of Persia’s clarion? Far and joyous round, From the pine forests, and the mountain snows, And the low sylvan valleys, to the bound Of the bright waves, at freedom’s voice they rose! --Hath it no thrilling tone to break the tomb’s repose?