For bards who tell the tale of old-time legend, broad and fair
On every hand stretch out the avenues that open lie
To glorify this world-famed isle: to her folk the Aiakids there
By their example gave of mighty deeds high destiny.
Across the land, across the sea, their name’s renown flies high.
Yea, even to the Aethiop folk, who saw not home returning
Alive their chieftain Memnon, leapt that terrible renown
What time Achilles hurled on them grim conflict, vengeance-burning
For Nestor’s son, and from his car to Troy’s red plain sprang down,