What are we?—what not?—things in one day ending!
Man is a dream through shadows dimly seen.
But when a glory shines from God descending
Then rests on men a sunbright splendour-sheen
And life serene.
Speed thou, Aegina, mother love-adored,
This city on her voyage of freedom onward!
May Zeus’ and Aiakus’ blessing lift her sunward,
Peleus, Achilles, valiant Telamon ward!