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LAYS OF MANY LANDS.
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THE SHADE OF THESEUS.

ANCIENT GREEK TRADITION.



Know ye not when our dead
    From sleep to battle sprung?
—When the Persian charger's tread
    On their covering greensward rung!
When the trampling march of foes
    Had crush'd our vines and flowers,
When jewell'd crests arose
    Through the holy laurel-bowers,

When banners caught the breeze,
When helms in sunlight shone,
When masts were on the seas,
And spears on Marathon.

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