Woe, woe is me!-with craft invincible.
ATHENA
I will not weary of soft words to thee,
That never mayst thou say, Behold me spurned,
An elder by a younger deity,
And from this land rejected and forlorn,
Unhonoured by the men who dwell therein.
But, if Persuasion's grace be
sacred to thee,
Soft in the soothing accents of my tongue,
Tarry, I Dray thee, yet, if go thou wilt.
Not rightfully wilt thou on this my town
Sway down the scale that beareth wrath and teen
Or
wastingplague uport this folk. 'Tis thine,
If so thou wilt, inheritress to be
Of this my land, its
utmost grace to win.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
O queen, what
refuge dost thou promise me?
ATHENA
Refuge
untouched by bale: take thou my boon.
LEADER
What, if I take it, shall mine honour be?
ATHENA
No house shall
prosper without grace of thine.
LEADER
Canst thou
achieve and grant such power to me?
ATHENA
Yea, for my hand shall bless thy worshippers.
LEADER
And wilt thou
pledge me this for time eterne?
ATHENA
Yea: none can bid me
pledge beyond my power.
LEADER
Lo, I desist from wrath,
appeased by thee.
ATHENA
Then in the land's heart shalt thou win thee friends.
LEADER
What chant dost bid me raise, to greet the land?
ATHENA
Such as aspires towards a
victoryUnrued by any: chants from breast of earth,
From wave, from sky; and let the wild winds'
breathPass with soft
sunlight o'er the lap of land,-
Strong wax the fruits of earth, fair teem the kine,
Unfailing, for my town's
prosperity,
And
constant be the growth of
mortal seed.
But more and more root out the impious,
For as a
gardenerfosters what he sows,
So
foster I this race, whom righteousness
Doth fend from sorrow. Such the proffered boon.
But I, if wars must be, and their loud clash
And carnage, for my town, will ne'er endure
That aught but
victory shall crown her fame.
CHORUS (chanting)
Lo, I accept it; at her very side
Doth Pallas bid me dwell:
I will not wrong the city of her pride,
Which even Al
mighty Zeus and Ares hold
Heaven's
earthly citadel,
Loved home of Grecian gods, the young, the old,
The
sanctuary divine,
The
shield of every
shrine!
For Athens I say forth a
gracious prophecy,-
The glory of the
sunlight and the skies
Shall bid from earth arise
Warm wavelets of new life and glad
prosperity.
ATUENA (chanting)
Behold, with
gracious heart well pleased
I for my citizens do grant
Fulfilment of this covenant:
And here, their wrath at length
appeased,
These
mighty deities shall stay.
For
theirs it is by right to sway
The lot that rules our
mortal day,
And he who hath not inly felt
Their stern
decree, ere long on him,
Not
knowing why and
whence, the grim
Life-crushing blow is dealt.
The father's sin upon the child
Descends, and sin is silent death,
And leads him on the
downward path,
By stealth beguiled,
Unto the Furies: though his state
On earth were high, and loud his boast,
Victim of silent ire and hate
He dwells among the Lost.
CHORUS (chanting)
To my
blessing now give ear.-
Scorching
blight nor singed air
Never blast thine olives fair!
Drouth, that wasteth bud and plant,
Keep to thine own place. Avaunt,
Famine fell, and come not hither
Stealthily to waste and wither!
Let the land, in season due,
Twice her waxing fruits renew;
Teem the kine in double measure;
Rich in new god-given treasure;
Here let men the powers adore
For sudden gifts unhoped before!
ATHENA (chanting)
O
hearken, warders of the wall
That guards mine Athens, what a dower
Is unto her ordained and given!
For
mighty is the Furies' power,
And deep-revered in courts of heaven
And realms of hell; and clear to all
They weave thy doom,
mortality!
And some in joy and peace shall sing;
But unto other some they bring
Sad life and tear-dimmed eye.
CHORUS (chanting)
And far away I ban thee and remove,
Untimely death of youths too soon brought low!
And to each maid, O gods, when time is come for love,
Grant ye a warrior's heart, a
wedded life to know.
Ye too, O Fates, children of mother Night,
Whose children too are we, O goddesses
Of just award, of all by
sacred right
Queens, who in time and in eternity
Do rule, a present power for righteousness,
Honoured beyond all Gods, hear ye and grant my cry!
ATHENA (chanting)
And I too, I with joy am fain,
Hearing your voice this gift ordain
Unto my land. High thanks be thine,
Persuasion, who with eyes divine
Into my tongue didst look thy strength,
To bend and to
appease at length
Those who would not be comforted.
Zeus, king of parley, doth prevail,
And ye and I will
strive nor fail,
That good may stand in evil's stead,
And
lasting bliss for bale.
CHORUS (chanting)
And n
evermore these walls within
Shall echo
fierce sedition's din,
Unslaked with blood and crime;
The thirsty dust shall n
evermoreSuck up the
darkly streaming gore
Of civic broils, shed out in wrath
And
vengeance, crying death for death!
But man with man and state with state
Shall vow The
pledge of common hate
And common friendship, that for man
Hath oft made
blessing, out of ban,
Be ours unto all time.
ATHENA (chanting)
Skill they, or not, the path to find
Of favouring speech and presage kind?
Yea, even from these, who, grim and stern,
Glared anger upon you of old,
O citizens, ye now shall earn
A
recompense right manifold.
Deck them aright, extol them high,
Be loyal to their loyalty,
And ye shall make your town and land
Sure, propped on justice' saving hand,
And Fame's eternity.
CHORUS (chanting)
Hail ye, all hail! and yet again, all hail,
O Athens, happy in a weal secured!
O ye who sit by Zeus' right hand, nor fail
Of
wisdom set among you and assured,
Loved of the well-loved Goddess-Maid! the King
Of gods doth
reverence you, beneath her guarding wing.
ATHENA (chanting)
All hail unto each honoured guest!
Whom to the chambers of your rest
'Tis mine to lead, and to provide
The
hallowed torch, the guard and guide.
Pass down, the while these altars glow
With
sacred fire, to earth below
And your appointed
shrine.
There
dwelling, from the land restrain
The force of fate, the
breath of bane,
But waft on us the gift and gain
Of Victory divine!
And ye, the men of Cranaos' seed,
I bid you now with
reverence lead
These alien Powers that thus are made
Athenian
evermore. To you
Fair be their will
henceforth, to do
Whate'er may bless and aid!
CHORUS (chanting)
Hail to you all! hail yet again,
All who love Athens, gods and men,
Adoring her as Pallas' home!
And while ye
reverence what ye grant-
My
sacredshrine and
hidden haunt-
Blameless and blissful be your doom!
ATHENA
Once more I praise the promise of your vows,
And now I bid the golden torches' glow
Pass down before you to the
hidden depth
Of earth, by mine own
sacred servants borne,
My loyal guards of
statue and of
shrine.
Come forth, O flower of Attic land,
O
glorious band of children and of wives,
And ye, O train of matrons crowned with eld!
Deck you with festal robes of
scarlet dye
In honour of this day: O gleaming torch,