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Wreathed in myrtle my sword I ll conceal Li

Wreathed in myrtle my sword I'll conceal
Like those champions devoted and brave
When they plunged in the tyrant their steel
And to Athens deliverance gave.
Beloved heroes! your deathless souls roam
In the joy breathing isles of the blest
Where the mighty of old have their home
Where Achilles and Diomed rest.
In fresh myrtle my blade I'll entwine
Like Harmodious the gallant and good
When he made at the tutelar shrine
A libation of Tyranny's blood.
Ye deliverers of Athens from shame!
Ye avengers of Liberty's wrongs!
Endless ages shall cherish your fame
Embalmed in their echoing songs! .

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