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 Voiced by Fame eternally, Noble pair! your names shall be, For the stroke that made us free, When the tyrant fell.

Death, Harmodius! came not near thee, Isles of bliss and brightness cheer thee, There heroic breasts revere thee, There the mighty dwell!—

The same.

With myrtle wreathed I'll wear my sword, As when ye slew the tyrant lord, And made Athenian freedom brighten; Harmodius and Aristogiton!

Thou art not dead—it is confess'd— But haunt'st the Islands of the Blest,— Beloved Harmodius!—where Pelides, The swift-heel'd, dwells, and brave Tydides.

With myrtle wreathed I'll wear my sword, As when ye slew the tyrant lord Hipparchus, Pallas' festal night on; Harmodius and Aristogiton!

Because ye slew the tyrant, and Gave Athens freedom, through the land Your flashing fame shall ever lighten; Harmodius and Aristogiton!—

The same.

I'll wreathe my sword in myrtle-bough, The sword that laid the tyrant low, When patriots, burning to be free, To Athens gave equality.

Harmodius, hail! though 'reft of breath, Thou ne'er shalt feel the stroke of death; The heroes' happy isles shall be The bright abode allotted thee.