110 AESCHYLUS
First antistrophe. 'T is sweet to have no
Life lengthened out AVith hopes proved brave
By the very doubt Till the spirit infold Those manifest joys which were foretold. as
But I thrill to behold
Thee, victim doomed, By the countless cares And the drear despairs
Forever consumed, — eao
And all because thou, who art fearless now
Of Zeus above, Didst overflow for mankind below With a free-souled, reverent love.
Ah, friend, behold and see ! 62s
What 's all the beauty of humanity ?
Can it be fair ? What 's all the strength ? Is it strong ?
And what hope can they bear, These dying livers, living one day long ? eso
Ah, seest thou not, my friend, How feeble and slow, And like a dream, doth go This poor blind manhood, drifted from its end? And how no mortal wranglings can confuse ess The harmony of Zeus ?
Prometheus, I have learnt these things From the sorrow in thy face.
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