Speech Of The Chorus From Medea
by Thomas Campbell
To dissuade Medea from her purpose of putting her children to death, and flying for protection to Athens.
O haggard queen! to Athens dost thou guide
Thy glowing chariot, steep'd in kindred gore;
Or seek to hide thy foul infanticide
Where Peace and Mercy dwell for evermore!
The land where Truth, pure, precious, and sublime,
Woos the deep silence of sequester'd bowers,
And warriors, matchless since the first of time,
Rear their bright banners o'er unconquer'd towers!
Where joyous youth, to Music's mellow strain,
Twines in the dance with nymphs for ever fair,
While Spring eternal on the lilied plain,
Waves amber radiance through the fields of air!
The tuneful Nine (so sacred legends tell)
First waked their heavenly lyre these scenes among
Still in your greenwood bowers they love to dwell;
Still in your vales they swell the choral song!
But there the tuneful, chaste, Pierian fair,
The guardian nymphs of green Parnassus, now
Sprung from Harmonia, while her graceful hair
Waved in high auburn o'er her polish'd brow!
Source:The Poetical Works Of Thomas Campbell
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston