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Delicious music! dearly welcome tones

Of our own language in a foreign land

With joy my captive eye once more beholds

The azure mountains of my native coast.

Oh, let this joy that I, too, am a Greek

Convince thee, priestess! How I need thine aid,

A moment I forget, my spirit rapt

In contemplation of so fair a vision.

If fate's dread mandate doth not seal thy lips,

From which of our illustrious races say,

Dost thou thy godlike origin derive?