William Cullen Bryant - The Ma**acre at Scio lyrics

THE MASSACRE AT SCIO Weep not for Scio's children slain; Their blood, by Turkish falchions shed, Sends not its cry to Heaven in vain For vengeance on the murderer's head. Though high the warm red torrent ran Between the flames that lit the sky, Yet, for each drop, an armed man Shall rise, to free the land, or die. And for each corpse, that in the sea Was thrown, to feast the scaly herds, A hundred of the foe 'shall be A banquet for the mountain birds. Stern rites and sad, shall Greece ordain to To keep that day, along her shore, Till the last link of slavery's chain Is shivered, to be worn no more.