midday
Alike it is our boasted claim To nurse the precious juice 3 . That maddened erst the Theban dame , With streaming tresses loose . 4 . The evening land is sought by one , One rushes towards midday , One to a vigil song has run , One heard Red Freedom 's lay . Tall castles , glorious battlefields Graced this in ages past , But now its mighty power that yields 5 . To work my busy last . `` Is that your brother Armine 's own ? ''