THE MYRTLE-BOUGH.

STILL green, along our sunny shore,
The flowering myrtle waves,

As when its fragrant boughs of yore
Were offered on the graves-

The graves wherein our mighty men
Had rest, unviolated then.

Still green it waves! as when the hearth
Was sacred through the land;

And fearless was the banquet's mirth,
And free the minstrel's hand;

And guests, with shining myrtle crowned,

Sent the wreathed lyre and wine-cup round.

Still green ! as when on holy ground

The tyrant's blood was poured :
Forget ye not what garlands bound
The young deliverer's sword!

Though earth may shroud Harmodius now,
We still have sword and myrtle-bough!

EDINBURGH:

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