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 Third of three that ruled in Athens, kings with sceptral song for staff, Gladdest heart that God gave ever milk and wine of thought to quaff, Clearest eye that lightened ever to the broad lip’s lordliest laugh, Praise be thine as theirs whose tragic brows the loftier leaf engirds For the live and lyric lightning of thy honey-hearted words, Soft like sunny dewy wings of clouds and bright as crying of birds; Full of all sweet rays and notes that make of earth and air and sea One great light and sound of laughter from one great God’s heart, to be Sign and semblance of the gladness of man’s life where men breathe free. With no Loxian sound obscure God uttered once, and all time heard, All the soul of Athens, all the soul of England, in that word: Rome arose the second child of freedom: northward rose the third. Ere her Boreal dawn came kindling seas afoam and fields of snow, Yet again, while Europe groaned and grovelled, shone like suns aglow Doria splendid over Genoa, Venice bright with Dandolo.