And his steps fell hushed like snows,—
'Twas the shade of Theseus passed!
When banners caught the breeze, &c.
"Far sweeping thro' the foe,
With a furious charge he bore,
And the Mede left many a bow
On the sounding ocean shore,
And the foaming waves grew red,
And the sails were crowded fast,
When the sons of Asia fled