Gave Athens freedom, through the land
Your flashing fame shall ever lighten;
Harmodius and Aristogiton! —Walsh.
The same.
I'll wreathe my sword in myrtle-bough,
The sword that laid the tyrant low,
When patriots, burning to be free,
To Athens gave equality.
Harmodius, hail! though 'reft of breath,
Thou ne'er shalt feel the stroke of death;