National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/The Spartan's March
THE SPARTAN'S MARCH.
"The Spartans used not the trumpet in their march into battle," says Thucydides, because they wished not to excite the rage of their warriors. Their charging-step was made "to the Dorian mood of flutes and soft recorders." The valour of a Spartan was too highly tempered to require a stunning or rousing impulse. His spirit was like a steed too proud for the spur."
Campbell on the Elegiac Poetry of the Greeks.
THE SPARTAN'S MARCH.
'Twas morn upon the Grecian hills,
Where peasants dress'd the vines,
Sunlight was on Cithœron's rills,
Arcadia's rocks and pines.
And brightly, thro' his reeds and flowers,
Eurotas wandered by,
When a sound arose from Sparta's towers
Of solemn harmony.
Was it the hunter's choral strain
To the woodland-goddess pour'd?
Did virgin hands in Pallas' fane
Strike the full sounding chord?
But helms were glancing on the stream,
Spears ranged in close array,
And shields flung back a glorious beam
To the morn of a fearful day!
And the mountain echoes of the land
Swell'd through the deep blue sky,
While to soft strains moved forth a band
Of men that moved to die.
They marched not with the trumpet's blast,
Nor bade the horn peal out,
And the laurel-groves, as on they passed,
Rung with no battle shout!
They asked no clarion's voice to fire
Their souls with an impulse high;
But the Dorian reed, and the Spartan lyre
For the sons of liberty!
And still sweet flutes, their path around,
Sent forth Æolian breath:
They needed not a sterner sound
To marshal them for death!
So moved they calmly to their field,
Thence never to return,
Save bringing back the Spartan shield,
Or on it proudly borne!