Athens, The Eye Of Greece, Mother Of

Fame Is No Plant That Grows On Mortal Soil.

And On The Tree Of Life, The Middle Tree And Highest There That Grew, Sat Like A Cormorant.

Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One Man's Fault, Be Condemned, If Guiltless?

See Golden Days, Fruitful Of Golden Deeds, With Joy And Love Triumphing.

Tears Such As Angels Weep.