The heroes' happy isles shall be
The bright abode allotted thee.
I'll wreathe my sword in myrtle-bough,
The sword that laid Hipparchus low,
When at Athena's adverse fane
He knelt, and never rose again.
While Freedom's name is understood,
You shall delight the wise and good;
You dared to set your country free,
And gave her laws equality. —Bland.