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ANTIGONE

 Chorus.
Many a wonder lives and moves, but the wonder of all is
 man, I. 1
That courseth over the grey ocean, carried of Southern
 gale.
Faring amidst high-swelling seas that rudely surge
 around.
And Earth, supreme of mighty Cods, eldest, imperishable.
Eternal, he with patient furrow wears and wears away
 As year by year the plough-shares turn and
 turn,—
Subduing her unwearied strength with children of the
 steed.
And wound in woven coils of nets he seizeth for his
 prey I. 2
The aëry tribe of birds and wilding armies of the
 chase.
And sea-born millions of the deep—man is so crafty-
 wise.
And now with engine of his wit he tameth to his will
The mountain-ranging beast whose lair is in the country
 wild;
 And now his yoke hath passed upon the mane
Of horse with proudly crested neck and tireless mountain
 bull.

Wise utterance and wind-swift thought, and city-
 moulding mind, II. 1
And shelter from the clear-eyed power of biting frost.
He hath taught him, and to shun the sharp, roof-penetrating
 rain,—
Full of resource, without device he meets no coming
 time;
 From Death alone he shall not find reprieve;
No league may gain him that relief; but even for fell
 disease.
That long hath baffled wisest leech, he hath contrived a
 cure.