A New Greece

As a phoenix from a pyre, I saw a new Greece,
Rising forth from the ashes of antiquity,
Aflame with a higher vision, triumphant,
Over death and the slow decay of atoms,
Athens in its intellect, Spartan in its soul.

The cynosure of its new liberty glowed constant,
As a guiding star in the dark vault of night,
Its arrows leading the lost back into the light,
Until an infant sun arose with its skylark song,
And serenaded the sky with its golden glittering.

I saw a high dark tide sweep up the Thames,
Levelling every faction before its flood,
From its waters came forth a new caste,
The Olympians of Albion, fierce and defiant,
As the old gods gathered once more to watch.

I saw a thousand petty tyrants caught in cages,
Each a trapped wild tiger, snarling for meat,
Then each man became his own magistrate,
Never again the property of any master,
As every slave was set free from the market place.

Upon the white cliffs of Dover arose a lighthouse,
Shining forth as did the Pharos in Alexandria,
To mark the rebirth of Sparta and Athens,
The legions of Albion, the Enlightened Ones,
As a gift into the darkness of the fallen world.