Greece! Be Tolerant

" Children of Pallas /" is the voice that swells
Above the lofty Parthenon, " awake, awake
From heavy slumber and illusive dreams,
Throw the door open . . Look at Babylon,
Corinth and Carthage and Jerusalem,
Earth's giant offspring whom she rear'd in vain :
They all are dust, or worse than dust, a haunt
Of brutes, and brutal men, who tear the beard
One off another to cram down their throats
Incredibilities which both call creeds.

Whatever stands must fall ; the dust alone
We trample on rises and keeps its form.
There was one holy man who said to all
'Love ye each other ;' all have heard the words,
Few mind them ; prayer serves for obedience.

Grivas ! whom Hellas now envokes by name.
Albeit that name was never heard of yore
And time has paralized the mother tongue...
Do thou forbid the insidious foot to tread
Thy sacred land : let speech and thought be free ;
So shalt thou hear such hymns as shook the fanes
When Aeschylos from Marathon returned,
And Athens envied most the wounded brave."