I. LO! they come, they come! Garlands for every shrine! Strike lyres to greet them home; Bring roses, pour ye wine! II. Swell, swell the Dorian flute Through the blue, triumphal sky! Let the Cittern's tone salute The Sons of Victory! III. With the offering of bright blood, They have ransomed hearth and tomb, Vineyard, and field, and flood; -- Io! they come, they come! IV. Sing it where olives wave, And by the glittering sea, And o'er each hero's grave, -- Sing, sing, the land is free! V. Mark ye the flashing oars, And the spears that light the deep? How the festal sunshine pours Where the lords of battle sweep VI. Each hath brought back his shield; -- Maid, greet thy lover home! Mother, from that proud field, Io! thy son is come! VII. Who murmured of the dead? Hush, boding voice! We know That many a shining head Lies in its glory low. VIII. Breathe not those names to-day! They shall have their praise ere long, And a power all hearts to sway, In ever-burning song. IX. But now shed flowers, pour wine, To hail the conquerors home! Bring wreaths for every shrine -- Io! they come, they come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE BELFRY OF THE NIEUWE KERK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER MY LITTLE TASK by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TO NANCY F --- by WILLIAM BLAKE MY DOVES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BELLES OF MAUCHLINE by ROBERT BURNS THE WATCHERS ON THE ROAD by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT A FRIENDLY EXPOSTULATION, CONCERNING THE REDEMPTION OF MANKIND by JOHN BYROM |