In council oft was the throng arrayed,
But never the statued chamber saw
The gleam of a weapon; for loving the law,
The Greeks from their hearts obeyed.
War’s challenge knocked at the city gates;
Students flocked to the front, grown bold;
The strong men, girded, faced up to the north;
The women wept to the gods; and forth
Went the brave of the days of old.
Peace winged her flight to the city gates;