Hallowèd Hipparis sings he that quencheth thy citizens’ thirst,
Floating down fast for rebuilding thee trees in his hill-cradle nursed,
So that from darkness the light of new life on thy commonwealth burst.
Hallowèd Hipparis sings he that quencheth thy citizens’ thirst,
Floating down fast for rebuilding thee trees in his hill-cradle nursed,
So that from darkness the light of new life on thy commonwealth burst.