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THE NAMING OF ATHENS.
The beautiful and significant local myth embodied in this ballad, conveys a grand lesson in political economy, to all nations who, in the pursuit of wealth by manufactures, commerce, or otherwise, may be tempted to neglect the fundamental interests of landed property, and the rights of the honest food-producing labourers who till the soil. It were well for modern Greece, at the present hour, if it could be brought to understand, and practically to strive after, the realization of this great principle. A people consisting of mere merchants, without any root in the native soil, can never become a nation. The contest between Pallas and Poseidon was represented on the posterior pediment of the Parthenon. Pausanias, i. 24, 5. To the English people, as the conservators of the Elgin marbles, the whole subject possesses a peculiar interest.
Παρθενοι ομβροφοροι
ελθωμεν λιπαραν χθονα Παλλαδος, ευανδρον γαν
Κεκροπος οψομεναι πολυηρατον.
—Aristophanes.
ελθωμεν λιπαραν χθονα Παλλαδος, ευανδρον γαν
Κεκροπος οψομεναι πολυηρατον.
—Aristophanes.
On the rock of Erectheus the ancient, the hoary,
That rises sublime from the far-stretching plain,
Sate Cecrops, the first in Athenian story
Who guided the fierce by the peace-loving rein.
Eastward away by the flowery Hymettus,
Westward where Salamis gleams in the bay,
To Parnes, beneath the high-peaked Lycabettus,
He numbered the towns that rejoiced in his sway.
Pleased was his eye with the muster, but rested
At length where he sate with an anxious love,
When he thought on the strife of the mighty broad-breasted
Poseidon, with Pallas, the daughter of Jove;
For the god of the earth-shaking ocean had sworn it,
The city of Cecrops should own him supreme,
Or the land and the people should ruefullest mourn it,
Swamped by the swell of his billowy stream.
Lo! from the North, as he doubtfully ponders,
A light shoots far-streaming; the welkin it fills;
Southward from Parnes bright-bearded it wanders,
Swift as the courier-fires from the hills.
Far in the flood of the winding Cephissus,
There gleams like the shape of a serpentine rod,
Shimmers the tide of the gentle Ilissus
With radiance from Hermes the messenger-god.
'Twas he; on the Earth with light touch he descended,
And struck the grey rock with his gold-gleaming rod,
While Cecrops with low-hushed devotion attended,
And reverent awe to the voice of the god.
“Noble autochthon! a message I bear thee,
From Jove in Olympus that regally sways;
Wise is the god the dark trouble to spare thee,
Blest is the heart that believes and obeys.
On the peaks of Olympus, the bright snowy-crested,
The gods are assembled in council to day;
The wrath of Poseidon, the mighty broad-breasted,
'Gainst Pallas, the spear-shaking maid, to allay;
And thus they decree—that Poseidon offended,
And Pallas shall bring forth a gift to the place;
On the hill of Erectheus the strife shall be ended,
When she with her spear, and the god with his mace,
Shall strike the quick rock; and the gods shall deliver
The sentence as Justice shall order; and thou
Shalt see thy loved city established for ever
With Jove for a judge, and the Styx for a vow.”
He spake; and, while Cecrops devoutly was bending,
To worship the knees of the herald of Jove,
Shone from the pole, in full glory descending,
The cloud-car that bore the bright gods from above,
Beautiful, glowing with many-hued splendour.
O what a kinship of godhead was there!
Juno the stately full-eyed, and the tender
Bland-beaming Venus, so rosily fair,
Dian the huntress, with arrow and quiver,
And airily tripping with light-footed grace,
Apollo, with radiance poured like a river
Diffusive o'er Earth, from his joy-giving face,
Bacchus the rubicund, and with fair tresses,
The bright-fruited Ceres, and Vesta the chaste,
And the god that delights in fair Venus' caresses,
Stout Mars, in his mail adamantine encased.
Then, while wild thunders innocuous gather
Round his brow, diademed green with the oak,
On the rock of Erectheus descended the Father,
And thus to good Cecrops serenely he spoke:—
“Kingly autochthon! the sorrow deep-rooted
That gnaweth thy heart, the Olympians know;
Too long with Poseidon hath Pallas disputed,
This day shall be peace, or great Jove is their foe.”
He spake; and a sound like the rushing of ocean,
From smooth-grained Pentelicus, seizes their ears;
From his home in Eubœa, with haughty commotion,
To the place of the judgment, the sea-monarch nears.
On the waves of the wind his blue car travelled proudly,
Proudly his locks to the breeze floated free,
Snorted his mane-tossing coursers, and loudly
Blew from the tortuous conch of the sea
Shrill Tritons the clear-throated blast undisputed,
That curleth the wild wave, and cresteth the main;
While Nereids around him, the fleet foamy-footed,
Floated, as floated his undulant rein.
Thus on the rock of Erectheus alighted
The god of the sea, and the rock with his mace
Smote; for he knew that the gods were invited
To judge of the gift that he gave to the place.
Lo! at the touch of his trident a wonder!
Virtue to Earth from his deity flows,
From the rift of the flinty rock cloven asunder,
A dark-watered fountain ebullient rose.
Inly elastic with airiest lightness
It leapt, till it cheated the eye-sight; and, lo!
It shewed in the sun, with a various brightness,
The fine-woven hues of the heavenly bow.
“Water is best!” cried the mighty broad-breasted
Poseidon; “O Cecrops, I offer to thee
To ride on the back of the steeds foamy-crested,
That toss their wild manes on the huge-heaving sea.
The globe thou shalt mete on the path of the waters,
To thy ships shall the ports of far ocean be free;
The isles of the sea shall be counted thy daughters,
The pearls of the East shall be gathered for thee!”
He spake; and the gods, with a high-sounding pæan,
Applauded; but Jove hushed the many-voiced tide;
“For now, with the lord of the briny Ægean,
Athena shall strive for the city,” he cried.
“See, where she comes!”—and she came, like Apollo,
Serene with the beauty ripe wisdom confers;
The clear-scanning eye, and the sure hand to follow
The mark of the far-sighted purpose, was hers.
Strong in the mail of her father she standeth,
And firmly she holds the strong spear in her hand;
But the wild hounds of war with calm power she commandeth,
And fights but to pledge surer peace to the land.
Chastely the blue-eyed approached, and, surveying
The council of wise-judging gods without fear,
The nod of her lofty-throned father obeying,
She struck the grey rock with her nice-tempered spear.
Lo! from the touch of the virgin a wonder!
Virtue to Earth from her deity flows;
From the rift of the flinty rock cloven asunder,
An olive-tree greenly luxuriant rose—
Green, but yet pale, like an eye-drooping maiden,
Gentle, from full-blooded lustihood far;
No broad-staring hues for rude pride to parade in,
No crimson to blazon the banners of war.
Mutely the gods, with a calm consultation,
Pondered the fountain, and pondered the tree;
And the heart of Poseidon, with high expectation,
Throbbed, till great Jove thus pronounced the decree:—
“Son of my father, thou mighty broad-breasted
Poseidon, the doom that I utter is true;
Great is the might of thy waves foamy-crested,
When they beat the white halls of the screaming sea-mew;
Great is the pride of the keel when it danceth,
Laden with wealth, o'er the light-heaving wave;
When the East to the West, gaily floated, advanceth,
With a word from the wise, and a help from the brave.
But Earth, solid Earth, is the home of the mortal,
That toileth to live, and that liveth to toil;
And the green olive-tree twines the wreath of his portal,
Who peacefully wins his sure bread from the soil.”
Thus Jove; and to heaven the council celestial
Rose, and the sea-god rolled back to the sea;
But Athena gave Athens her name, and terrestrial
Joy, from the oil of the green olive-tree.
That rises sublime from the far-stretching plain,
Sate Cecrops, the first in Athenian story
Who guided the fierce by the peace-loving rein.
Eastward away by the flowery Hymettus,
Westward where Salamis gleams in the bay,
To Parnes, beneath the high-peaked Lycabettus,
He numbered the towns that rejoiced in his sway.
Pleased was his eye with the muster, but rested
At length where he sate with an anxious love,
When he thought on the strife of the mighty broad-breasted
Poseidon, with Pallas, the daughter of Jove;
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The city of Cecrops should own him supreme,
Or the land and the people should ruefullest mourn it,
Swamped by the swell of his billowy stream.
Lo! from the North, as he doubtfully ponders,
A light shoots far-streaming; the welkin it fills;
Southward from Parnes bright-bearded it wanders,
Swift as the courier-fires from the hills.
Far in the flood of the winding Cephissus,
There gleams like the shape of a serpentine rod,
Shimmers the tide of the gentle Ilissus
With radiance from Hermes the messenger-god.
'Twas he; on the Earth with light touch he descended,
And struck the grey rock with his gold-gleaming rod,
While Cecrops with low-hushed devotion attended,
And reverent awe to the voice of the god.
“Noble autochthon! a message I bear thee,
From Jove in Olympus that regally sways;
Wise is the god the dark trouble to spare thee,
Blest is the heart that believes and obeys.
On the peaks of Olympus, the bright snowy-crested,
The gods are assembled in council to day;
The wrath of Poseidon, the mighty broad-breasted,
'Gainst Pallas, the spear-shaking maid, to allay;
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And Pallas shall bring forth a gift to the place;
On the hill of Erectheus the strife shall be ended,
When she with her spear, and the god with his mace,
Shall strike the quick rock; and the gods shall deliver
The sentence as Justice shall order; and thou
Shalt see thy loved city established for ever
With Jove for a judge, and the Styx for a vow.”
He spake; and, while Cecrops devoutly was bending,
To worship the knees of the herald of Jove,
Shone from the pole, in full glory descending,
The cloud-car that bore the bright gods from above,
Beautiful, glowing with many-hued splendour.
O what a kinship of godhead was there!
Juno the stately full-eyed, and the tender
Bland-beaming Venus, so rosily fair,
Dian the huntress, with arrow and quiver,
And airily tripping with light-footed grace,
Apollo, with radiance poured like a river
Diffusive o'er Earth, from his joy-giving face,
Bacchus the rubicund, and with fair tresses,
The bright-fruited Ceres, and Vesta the chaste,
And the god that delights in fair Venus' caresses,
Stout Mars, in his mail adamantine encased.
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Round his brow, diademed green with the oak,
On the rock of Erectheus descended the Father,
And thus to good Cecrops serenely he spoke:—
“Kingly autochthon! the sorrow deep-rooted
That gnaweth thy heart, the Olympians know;
Too long with Poseidon hath Pallas disputed,
This day shall be peace, or great Jove is their foe.”
He spake; and a sound like the rushing of ocean,
From smooth-grained Pentelicus, seizes their ears;
From his home in Eubœa, with haughty commotion,
To the place of the judgment, the sea-monarch nears.
On the waves of the wind his blue car travelled proudly,
Proudly his locks to the breeze floated free,
Snorted his mane-tossing coursers, and loudly
Blew from the tortuous conch of the sea
Shrill Tritons the clear-throated blast undisputed,
That curleth the wild wave, and cresteth the main;
While Nereids around him, the fleet foamy-footed,
Floated, as floated his undulant rein.
Thus on the rock of Erectheus alighted
The god of the sea, and the rock with his mace
Smote; for he knew that the gods were invited
To judge of the gift that he gave to the place.
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Virtue to Earth from his deity flows,
From the rift of the flinty rock cloven asunder,
A dark-watered fountain ebullient rose.
Inly elastic with airiest lightness
It leapt, till it cheated the eye-sight; and, lo!
It shewed in the sun, with a various brightness,
The fine-woven hues of the heavenly bow.
“Water is best!” cried the mighty broad-breasted
Poseidon; “O Cecrops, I offer to thee
To ride on the back of the steeds foamy-crested,
That toss their wild manes on the huge-heaving sea.
The globe thou shalt mete on the path of the waters,
To thy ships shall the ports of far ocean be free;
The isles of the sea shall be counted thy daughters,
The pearls of the East shall be gathered for thee!”
He spake; and the gods, with a high-sounding pæan,
Applauded; but Jove hushed the many-voiced tide;
“For now, with the lord of the briny Ægean,
Athena shall strive for the city,” he cried.
“See, where she comes!”—and she came, like Apollo,
Serene with the beauty ripe wisdom confers;
The clear-scanning eye, and the sure hand to follow
The mark of the far-sighted purpose, was hers.
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And firmly she holds the strong spear in her hand;
But the wild hounds of war with calm power she commandeth,
And fights but to pledge surer peace to the land.
Chastely the blue-eyed approached, and, surveying
The council of wise-judging gods without fear,
The nod of her lofty-throned father obeying,
She struck the grey rock with her nice-tempered spear.
Lo! from the touch of the virgin a wonder!
Virtue to Earth from her deity flows;
From the rift of the flinty rock cloven asunder,
An olive-tree greenly luxuriant rose—
Green, but yet pale, like an eye-drooping maiden,
Gentle, from full-blooded lustihood far;
No broad-staring hues for rude pride to parade in,
No crimson to blazon the banners of war.
Mutely the gods, with a calm consultation,
Pondered the fountain, and pondered the tree;
And the heart of Poseidon, with high expectation,
Throbbed, till great Jove thus pronounced the decree:—
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Poseidon, the doom that I utter is true;
Great is the might of thy waves foamy-crested,
When they beat the white halls of the screaming sea-mew;
Great is the pride of the keel when it danceth,
Laden with wealth, o'er the light-heaving wave;
When the East to the West, gaily floated, advanceth,
With a word from the wise, and a help from the brave.
But Earth, solid Earth, is the home of the mortal,
That toileth to live, and that liveth to toil;
And the green olive-tree twines the wreath of his portal,
Who peacefully wins his sure bread from the soil.”
Thus Jove; and to heaven the council celestial
Rose, and the sea-god rolled back to the sea;
But Athena gave Athens her name, and terrestrial
Joy, from the oil of the green olive-tree.
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