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GREEK SONGS.
Like the joyous burst of a flashing wave,
They rush'd from the dim Corycian cave,
And the singing blast o'er wood and glen
Roll'd on, with the spears they toss'd.
There were cries of wild dismay,
There were shouts of warrior-glee,
There were savage sounds of the tempest's mirth,
That shook the realm of their eagle-birth;
But the mount of song, when they died away,
Still rose, with its temple, free!
And the Pæan swell'd ere long,
Io Pæan! from the fane;
Io Pæan! for the war-array,
On the crown'd Parnassus riven that day!
—Thou shalt rise as free, thou mount of song!
With thy bounding streams again.
