Classic Poem

Hail, Energeia! hail, my native tongue,
Concisely full, and musically strong!
Thou, with the pencil, hold'st a glorious strife,
And paints the passions greater than the life:
In thunders now tremendously array'd,
Now soft as murmurs of the melting maid:
Now piercing loud, and as the clarion clear,
And now resounding rough to rouse the ear:
Now quick as light'ning in its rapid flow,
Now, in its stately march, magnificently slow.
Hail, Energeia! hail, my native tongue,
Concisely full, and musically strong!
Thou, with the pencil, hold'st a glorious strife,
And paints the passions greater than the life.