XXVIII

    ``Hurrah！ for the great triumph That stretches many a mile. Hurrah！ for the rich dye of Tyre, And the fine web of Nile, The helmets gay with plumage Torn from the pheasant's wings, The belts set thick with starry gem That shone on Indian kings, The urns

    of massy silver, The goblets rough with gold, The many-colored tablets bright With loves and wars of old, The stone that breathes and struggles, The brass that seems to speak；—— Such cunning they who dwell on high Have given unto the Greek.