IV.—THE SPARTANS' 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 a rousing impulse. His spirit was
like a steed too proud for the spur.”
Campbell
on the Elegiac Poetry of the Greeks.
'Twas morn upon the Grecian hills,
Where peasants dress'd the vines;
Sunlight was on Cithæron's rills,
Arcadia's rocks and pines.
And brightly, through his reeds and flowers,
Eurotas wander'd by,
When a sound arose from Sparta's towers
Of solemn harmony.
Was it the hunters' 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 march'd not with the trumpet's blast,
Nor bade the horn peal out,
And the laurel groves, as on they pass'd,
Rung with no battle shout!
They ask'd 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 bearing back the Spartan shield,
Or on it proudly borne!
