And kingly Theseus’ conquering eye,
And Macaria, nymph of the well.[[27]]
Purely, purely the fount did flow,
When the morn’s first radiance shone;
But eve shall know the crimson flow
Of its wave by Marathon.
9.
On, son of Cimon, bravely on!
And Aristides just!
Your names have made the field your own,