27.12.2010, 11:49
THE LANDING OF KING GEORGE I. OF
GREECE AT THE PIRAEUS
Nature and man should join with one accord
To celebrate this purer second birth
Of royalty—blue skies and Attic mirth,
And boughs of myrtle round the guardian sword ;
A double strength of purple on the hills,
And a wine-fount in mid-Athens ! that each mouth
May quaff the young king's health, and slake the drouth
Of that long-drawn Bavarian term of ills ;
And you, Ionian Isles ! when Adria's wave
Comes foaming in before the Danish prows,
Remember England, ruling but to save,
And how she listen'd to your earnest vows ;
Remember England in that night's carouse.
For what her mighty hand, unfolding, gave
GREECE AT THE PIRAEUS
Nature and man should join with one accord
To celebrate this purer second birth
Of royalty—blue skies and Attic mirth,
And boughs of myrtle round the guardian sword ;
A double strength of purple on the hills,
And a wine-fount in mid-Athens ! that each mouth
May quaff the young king's health, and slake the drouth
Of that long-drawn Bavarian term of ills ;
And you, Ionian Isles ! when Adria's wave
Comes foaming in before the Danish prows,
Remember England, ruling but to save,
And how she listen'd to your earnest vows ;
Remember England in that night's carouse.
For what her mighty hand, unfolding, gave