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PROMETHEUS BOUND.
'Tis just he pay to gods exacted vengeance;
So may he learn t' admit Saturnius' sway,
And make cessation from his love of man.
Vul. O Strength and Force! for you, doth Jove's command
Look to its end unhinder'd. But for me,
To bind with forceful hands a kindred god
Against this tempest-riven precipice,
Is what I dare not: yet, necessity
Maketh me dare—neglect of Jove were awful.
Oh! of sagacious Themis, sagest son,
Thee loath, I loath, with chains insoluble
Shall fix against this desolated rock,—
Where never voice nor form of mortal man
Shall meet thee friend of man—where, 'stablished
'Neath the fierce sun, thy brow's white flower shall fade—
Star-broider'd night enshadow thee well pleased,
And day disperse the morning dews again!
