And bade our dear country be free. —D.
The same.
In myrtles veil'd will I the falchion wear;
For thus the patriot sword
Harmodius and Aristogeiton bare,
When they the tyrant's bosom gored;
And bade the men of Athens be
Regenerate in equality.
Oh, beloved Harmodius! never
Shall death be thine, who liv'st for ever!