YE friends, who in the mighty city dwell Along the yellow Acragas hard by The Acropolis, ye stewards of good works, The stranger's refuge venerable and kind, All hail, O friends! But unto ye I walk As god immortal now, no more as man, On all sides honoured fittingly and well, Crowned both with fillets and with flowering wreaths. When with my throngs of men and women I come To thriving cities, I am sought by prayers, And thousands follow me that they may ask Where lies advantage and the better way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THOREAU'S FLUTE by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT THE DEAD LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT BEING A MOTHER by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |