Classic Poem

The sword of liberty, with God-like view,
Armodius, and Aristogiton, drew:
The myrtled falchion has the tyrant slain,
And giv'n th' Athenians to themselves again
O brave Armodius! thou didst never die,
Thou only hast return'd unto the sky;
Thy glorious lot eternally is sped,
Where great Achilles reigns, and warlike Diomed
Bring me with speed, O bring the myrtle bough,
T' adorn my sword, and to fulfil my vow;
As when Hipparchus gloriously was slain,
And gave th' Athenians to themselves again.
Armodius lives! Aristogiton lives!
Ev'n death a better life of glory gives:
Hipparchus, by those God-like youths, was slain,
They gave th' Athenians to themselves again.