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PROMETHEUS BOUND.
Then art Thou like to God;
Thou, who didst bear the sin, and shame, and woe—
Oh Thou, whose sweat did flow—
Whose tears did gush—whose brow was dead and low?
No grief is like thy grief; no heart can prove
Love like unto thy love;
And none, save only Thou,—below, above,—
Oh God, is like to God!
