A god from this abode of pious rest!
The same that fired of old in Grecian bosoms
Hatred of Persian foes at Marathon,
Where Athens consecrates her heroes gone.
The mariner since, whose white sails woo the winds
Before Eubœa’s isle, through midnight deep
Hath seen the lightning flash of gleaming casques,
And swift encountering brands; seen blazing pyres
Roll forth their volumed vapors—phantom warriors
Begirt with steel, and striding to the fight: