From a Vase in the Hermitage Museum at S. Petersburg.

5th Century B.C.

p. 89

(2nd Turn.)

There's one glory o' these
Fields, of all fields

Known to my hearing

Which not Asia yields :

Peloponnese'

Broad heritance

Boasts not a rearing :

Th' uncultivated

Plant, self-created ;

The terror of the foeman's lance;

They fill the ground in

A rich abounding

Grey-greenleaved olive-trees,

Lusty to nourish :

Which youth enraged

And captain aged

Vainly strives to reduce,
Hacking amain :

Havoc is vain,
For the eye of Zeus

Watches aye and wi' steely glance

Pallas sees that they flourish!

(2nd Counter-turn.)

Once more, Mother o' Towns,
Praise be rehearsed,

Title of honour !

No mean Deity erst,—
Crown of her crowns,

Pride o' the place

Laid this upon her:

Renown for oarscraft,

For steeds and horsecraft.
O Son of Cronos, by the grace
Of thee, Poseidon,

She puts this pride on :

These our streets were the first,

Here did he render

The Horse not idle

By Bit and Bridle.
And our oarages leap
Peerlessly mann'd
Over the deep,

Fitted apt to the hand;

Five-score-footing, a Mermaid race

Takes our bark for a tender!