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When life contracts into a vulgar span, / And human nature tires to be a man, / I thank the Gods for Greece, / That permanent realm of peace.
For as the rising moon far in the night / Chequers the shade with her forerunning light, / So in my darkest hour my senses seem / To catch from her Acropolis a gleam.
Greece, who am I that should remember thee, / Thy Marathon, and thy Thermopylae?
Is my life vulgar, my fate mean, / Which on such golden memories can lean?