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the fiery sun, The sun that looks on Greece with cloudless eye, In the free air, and on the war-field won, Our fathers crown'd the Bowl of Liberty.

Amidst the tombs they stood, The tombs of heroes! with the solemn skies, And the wide plain around, where patriot-blood Had steep'd the soil in hues of sacrifice.

They call'd the glorious dead, In the strong faith which brings the viewless nigh, And pour'd rich odours o'er their battle-bed, And bade them to the rite of Liberty.