A Lay Sung at the Feast (34)
| XXXIV ``By many names men call us； In many lands we dwell： Well Samothracia knows us； Cyrene knows us well. Our house in gay Tarentum Is hung each morn with flowers： High o'er the masts of Syracuse Our marble portal towers； But by the proud Eurotas Is our dear native home； And for the right we come to fight Before the ranks of Rome.'' |
