Note 64 — Chapter V
Reading edition
The short line is not enough. We must give the burden of that apostrophe to the land of Hellas, though only in a note:
“Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields; Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields. There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of the mountain air; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beams Mendeli’s marbles glare, Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair.”