text:  Success at last awards the crown-- The long and weary war is past; Time's destined circle ends at last-- And fall'n the Mighty Town! The Son of Atreus king of men The muster of the hosts survey'd How dwindled from the thousands when Along Scamander first array'd! With sorrow and the cloudy thought The Great King's stately look grew dim-- Of all the hosts to Ilion brought How few to Greece return with him! Still let the song to gladness call For those who yet their home shall greet!-- For them the blooming life is sweet: Return is not for all! Nor all who reach their native land May long the joy of welcome feel-- Beside the household gods may stand Grim Murther with awaiting steel; And they who 'scape the foe may die Beneath the foul familiar glaive