List! 'Tis A Grecian Maid That Sings, While, From Ilissus' Silvery Springs, She Draws The Cool Lymph In Her Graceful Urn; And By Her Side, In Music'S Charm Dissolving, Some Patriot Youth, The Glorious Past Revolving, Dreams Of Bright Days That Never Can Return; When Athens Nurst Her Olive Bough With Hands By Tyrant Power Unchained; And Braided For The Muse'S Brow A Wreath By Tyrant Touch Unstained. When Heroes Trod Each Classic Field Where Coward Feet Now Faintly Falter; When Every Arm Was Freedom'S Shield, And Every Heart Was Freedom'S Altar!