At the close of the late Greek war Athens was in a dreadful state, being little more than a heap of ruins. It was declared by a Royal ordinance of 1834 to be the capital of the new kingdom of Greece, and in the March of that year the King laid the foundation-stone of his palace there. In the hill of Areopagus, where sat that famous tribunal, we may still discover the steps cut in the rock by which it was ascended, the seats of the judges, and opposite to them those of the accuser and accused. This hill was converted into a burial-place for the Turks, and is covered with their tombs.
Ancient of days! august Athena!
Where are thy men of might—thy grand in soul?
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were—
First in the race that led to Glory’s goal;
They won, and passed away. Is this the whole?
A schoolboy’s tale, the wonder of an hour!
The warrior’s weapon and the sophist’s stole
Are sought in vain, and o’er each mouldering tower,
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
Here let me sit, upon this
The marble column’s yet unshaken base;
Here, son of Saturn, was thy fav’rite throne—
Mightiest of many such! Hence let me trace
The latent grandeur of thy dwelling-place.
It may not be—nor ev’n can Fancy’s eye
Restore what time hath labour’d to deface:
Yet these proud pillars, claiming sigh,
Unmoved the Moslem sits—the light Greek carols by.
[Illustration: THE PNYX AT ATHENS.]
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THE ISLES OF GREECE.
[Illustration: Letter T.]
The Isles of Greece! the Isles
Where burning Sappho loved and sung—
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.
The Scian and the Teian muse,
The hero’s harp, the lover’s lute,
Have found the fame your shores refuse;
Their place of birth alone is mute,
To sounds which echo further west
Than your sires’ “Islands of the Blest.”