Arise, about Greece, Arise…

Arise, about Greece, Arise.
No wonder the strained forces,
No wonder shook wrestle
Olympus and Pind and Thermopylae.

Under the shadow of the oldness of their tops
Freedom young there,
The grave PERICLI,
On the marble of Athens.

The country of heroes and gods
Terminated the slave chains
When Peña fiery poems
Tyrtaeus, Byron and Riga.

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