. Men of old Greece, by Jennie Hall. t to be- -atPiraeus, where boats go in and out, where ourships of war lie, where Salamis looks tomb will add glory to our land. So it was done, and Themistocles camehome. PHIDIAS AND THE PARTHENON PHIDIAS AND THE PARTHENON T^IIE night before Athenes birthday hadcome. Nobody in Athens slept on thatnight. Around every temple door the streetwas loud with singing voices and dancingfeet. It was bright with fluttering robesand flaring torches, and sweet with wavingsmoke of incense. In front of one door danced a chorus ofmen. They were in armor, as if
. Men of old Greece, by Jennie Hall. t to be- -atPiraeus, where boats go in and out, where ourships of war lie, where Salamis looks tomb will add glory to our land. So it was done, and Themistocles camehome. PHIDIAS AND THE PARTHENON PHIDIAS AND THE PARTHENON T^IIE night before Athenes birthday hadcome. Nobody in Athens slept on thatnight. Around every temple door the streetwas loud with singing voices and dancingfeet. It was bright with fluttering robesand flaring torches, and sweet with wavingsmoke of incense. In front of one door danced a chorus ofmen. They were in armor, as if they hadcome from a fight. The bronze glinted inthe torchlight. People pressed about in aclose circle. Their eager eyes watched thedancers. Slaves held the smoking torches o above their masters heads. The voicesthat had shouted the battle-cry were now singing: 171 172 Men of Old Greece Of Pallas Athene, the savior of cities, I sing, Dread goddess, who has in her charge theworks of war, Of falling towns and of battles and battle-din,. GREEK GIRLS DANCING Who saves the hosts as they go to the fight or return;O hail, Athene! and give to us joy and good luck. Athene! shouted the we are her chosen warriors, saidone man to another. and the Parthenon 173 Conic to the altar of Here, said a manto his friend. My daughter dances therewith the other They struggledthrough the movingcrowds in the crookedstreets. They gropedtheir way through the dark,empty places. At last theycame to another crowd, withthe glare of torches aroundit. Flames leaped up, smokewaved above a thousandheads with their white fil-lets. Behind were the whitetemple columns, and ateach side stretched the darkstreet. Here young girlswere singing and helping the song withwhirling bodies and clashing cymbals. Of fairest Athene I gray-eyed, the wise.
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