The Cruise of the Branwen

THE OLYMPIC GAMES Warred by the poet's side, The Muses' child, who in Aetolia died! And other some from gallant France draw nigh, Lords of the peaceful strife, with thee to vie ; And some from German forests, strong and bold, Or where Hungarian cornlands wave their gold ! And some thro' Western ocean cleave their way– And fleet of foot are they ! Once, long ago-when Peleus to his side Drew Thetis as a bride- Came gods and heroes to the palace-hall, For that high festival. To-day, 0 happy Hellas, see him stand, Thy king, the nursing father of thy land, Brother of one right dear to England's heart and mine! See from the North draw nigh A star of Muscovy ! See how, once more, from hills afar, Not now with arms and war, An Alexander comes, of royal line– Quitting his land for thine ! Athens, all hail ! Hail, 0 rejoicing throng! And from our lips receive the tributary song. E. D. A. MoRSHEAD.