ATHENIAN HERALD.
Sons of Athens, heavy-laden with the holy weight of years,
Be your hearts as young men's lightened of their loathlier load of fears;
1450 For the wave is sunk whose thunder shoreward shook the shuddering lands,
And unbreached of warring waters Athens like a sea-rock stands.
CHORUS.
Well thy word has cheered us, well thy face and glittering eyes, that spake
Ere thy tongue spake words of comfort: yet no pause, behoves it make
Till the whole good hap find utterance that the Gods have given at length.
ATHENIAN HERALD.
All is this, that yet the city stands unforced by stranger strength.
CHORUS.
Sweeter sound might no mouth utter in man's ear than this thy word.
ATHENIAN HERALD.
Feed thy soul then full of sweetness till some bitterer note be heard.