CHORUS
CHORUS .
Soon shall the wheeling foes
Clash with the din of brazen-throated War.
Would I were there to see them close,
Be the onset near or far!
Whether at Daphnè’s gorge to Phoebus dear,
Or by the torch-lit shore
Where kind maternal powers for evermore
Guard golden mysteries of holy fear
Whose voice the seal of silent awe controls
Imprinted by the Eumolpid minister.
There, on that sacred way,
Of royal Theseus, rouser of the fray,
And those free maids, in their two squadrons led,
Meet in the valorous fight
That conquers for the right.
Else, by the snow-capped rock,
Passing to westward, they are drawing nigh
The tract beyond the pasture high
Where Oea feeds her flock.
The riders ride, the rattling chariots flee
At racing speed.—’Tis done!
He shall be vanquished. Our land’s chivalry
Are valiant, valiant every warrior son
Frontlet and bridle glancing to the light,
Forward each steed is straining to the fight,
Forward each eye and hand
Of all that mounted band,
Athena’s knighthood, champions of her name
And his who doth the mighty waters tame,
Rhea’s son that from of old
Doth the Earth with seas enfold.
Strive they? Or is the battle still to be?
Is pleading, ‘Soon must they restore
The enduring maid, whose kinsmen vex her sore!’
To-day shall Zeus perform his will.
The noble cause wins my prophetic skill.
Oh! had I wings, and like a storm-swift dove
Poised on some aery cloud might there descry
Scouring the region with mine eye!
Sovran of Heaven, all-seeing Zeus, afford
Puissance to crown the fair emprise,
Thou, and all-knowing Pallas, thy dread child!
Apollo, huntsman of the wild,
—Thou and thy sister, who doth still pursue
Swift many-spotted stags,—arise, arise,
With love we pray you, be our champions true!
To aid our people and our home!