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which although it limited our range of vision, yet enveloped 

 all that we saw with a transcending charm that merged all 

 valleys and plains, mountains and seas, into a fascinating 

 dreamland. 



Beautiful in all weathers, young in all ages, one in all its 

 names, whether it be called Ternessus or Liakoura or Par- 

 nassus, the lofty mountain stands there full of a light that 

 is music and a color that is song. The words of Kostes 

 Palamas, the greatest poet of modern Greece are not un- 

 worthy of its glory: 



"Far glimmered the sea, and the harvest darkened the threshing floors ; 

 I cared not for the harvest and looked not on the threshing floors; 

 For I stood on the end of the sea and thee I beheld from afar, 

 O white, ethereal Liakoura, waiting lest from thy midst 

 Parnassus, the ancient shine forth and the Nine Fair Sisters of Song. 

 Yet what if the fate of Parnassus is changed? What if the Nine 



Fair Sisters are gone? 

 Thou standest still, O Liakoura, young and forever one, 

 O thou Muse of a future Rhythm and a Beautiful still to be born." 



