Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die:
A land of slaves shall ne’er be mine—
Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Lord Byron.
[43] Scian and Teian: i.e. Homer and Anacreon.
Battle Hymn of the American Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: