Athens, The Eye Of Greece, Mother Of

Where More Is Meant Than Meets The Ear.

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.

Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.

How Sweetly Did They Float Upon The Wings Of Silence Through The Empty-vaulted Night, At Every Fall Smoothing The Raven Down Of Darkness Till It Smiled!

Wisdom's Self Oft Seeks To Sweet Retired Solitude, Where With Her Best Nurse Contemplation, She Plumes Her Feathers, And Lets Grow Her Wings That In The Various Bustle Of Resort Were All To-ruffled, And Sometimes Impaired.