PROMETHEUS BOUND.
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Slow, vision-like, by which is found
The hood-wink'd race of mortals, bound?
Man's counsels ne'er can rise above
The purposed fixedness of Jove.
Antistrophe 2.
Viewing thy ruin'd fate:
Unlike that song which waved its wings
Upon my lips of late;
Which sweetly round the baths I sung,
Hymning thy nuptial hour,
When, suasive with thy presents' power,
Hermione thou wedd'st, our sister young.
