From the depth of the springs of my spirit a fountain is poured of thanksgiving,
My country, my mother, for thee,
That thy dead for their death shall have life in thy sight and a name everliving
At heart of thy people to be.
In the darkness of change on the waters of time they shall turn from afar
To the beam of this dawn for a beacon, the light of these pyres for a star.
They shall see thee who love and take comfort, who hate thee shall see and take warning,
Our mother that makest us free;
And the sons of thine earth shall have help of the waves that made war on their morning,
1760 And friendship and fame of the sea.
NOTES.
[v. 497-503]. Cf. Eurip. Fr. Erechtheus, 46-49.
[v. 522-530]. Id. 32-40.
[v. 778]. Æsch. Supp. 524-6.
[v. 983]. Soph. Fr. (Oreithyia) 655.
ὑπέρ τε πόντον πάντ' ἐπ' ἔσχατα χθονὸς
νυκτός τε πηγὰς οὐρανοῦ τ' ἀναπτυχὰς,
φοίβου παλαιὸν κῆπον.
[v. 1163]. Æsch. Fr. (Danaides) 38.