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 Ah, slow broke that day And no man dared call, For the shadow of tyranny Lay over all:

And we saw thee sad-eyed, The tears on thy cheeks While thy raiment was dyed In the blood of the Greeks.

Yet, behold now thy sons With impetuous breath Go forth to the fight Seeking Freedom or Death.

From the graves of our slain Shall thy valour prevail As we greet thee again Hail, Liberty! Hail! 

The Sea-wife
 1893 dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, And a wealthy wife is she; She breeds a breed o' rovin' men And casts them over sea. And some are drowned in deep water, And some in sight o' shore, And word goes back to the weary wife And ever she sends more. 