—O sunshine, skies, rich flowers! too soon I go,
While round me thus triumphantly ye glow!
“Bright isle! might but thine echoes keep
A tone of my farewell,
One tender accent, low and deep,
Shrined midst thy founts and haunted rocks to dwell!
Might my last breath send music to thy shore!
—Oh, linger, seamen! linger on the oar!”
ANCIENT GREEK CHANT OF VICTORY.
“Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!