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PROMETHEUS BOUND.
Antistrophe 1.
With hopes unshadow'd o'er by doubt;
The soul enriched all the while
With joys that wear a golden smile!
But Titan, shudd'ring I behold thee,
What time a thousand woes enfold thee
With macerating power; because
Thou didst not tremble at Jove's laws;
But gavest, with unbending mind,
Too much weal to human kind.
Strophe 2.
Where is thy help, beloved, say?
What help from men who last a day?
And dost thou not the weakness see,