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Arms glitter on the mountains, which of old Awoke to freedom’s first heroic strain, And by the streams, once crimson, as they roll’d The Persian helm and standard to the main; And the blue waves of Salamis again Thrill to the trumpet; and the tombs reply, With their ten thousand echoes, from each plain, Far as Platæa’s, where the mighty lie, Who crown’d so proudly there the bowl of liberty![226]