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12 From gather'd rust thine ancient armour clear, And with thy clarion wake the warrior's ear.— —Rear, as at Salamis, thy lofty crest! Pluck the red garland from Platea's breast! Still Marathon that victor-shout retains, Whose earthquake echo shook a thousand plains; Still for thy temples Leuctra's laurel blooms, And buried heroes rend their vaulted tombs; With lightning glance thy fields of blood explore, And stalk impervious where the life-tides pour: With awful smile the impetuous souls survey, With airy shield protect their dauntless way; Their whisper'd voice unearthly rage inspires, And bids the sons be worthy of their sires.— —Lo! peaceful shades from blest Elysium throng, In spectral ranks to guard the land of song; Predict with withering curse its foemen's doom, And blend the crescent with the Persian plume.— —Dark frowns the Stagyrite;—with brow of thought Glides the meek martyr from his hemlock draught; The vine-clad Tean rears his sparkling bowl, And quaffs deep vengeance on the Moslem soul; Indignant Pericles, with haughty pain, Marks the usurping mosque, and turban'd train;— Fast by the Parthenon sad Phidias sighs. And scornful Homer rolls his sightless eyes, Hurls tuneful curses on the insulting foe, And bids anew the flames of Ilion glow. —Hail land sublime!—array'd in classic robe, Mankind thy pupil, and thy school the globe! Throngs taught by thee, in trembling ardour wait Thy doubtful struggle with disastrous fate.—