Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal Like those champions devoted and brave, When they plunged in the tyrant their steel, And to Athens deliverance gave. Beloved heroes! your d**hless souls roam In the joy breathing isles of the blest; Where the mighty of old have their home - Where Achilles and Diomed rest. In fresh myrtle my blade I'll entwine, Like Harmodious, the gallant and good, When he made at the tutelar shrine A libation of Tyranny's blood. Ye deliverers of Athens from shame! Ye avengers of Liberty's wrongs! Endless ages shall cherish your fame Embalmed in their echoing songs!