AESCHYLUS
vv. 897–910
Athena.
Yea; and through life uphold thy worshipper.
Leader.
For dateless time thou giv'st me warranty?
Athena.
How should I speak the thing that shall not be?
Leader.
Thou wilt soften me. . . . Methinks mine anger bends.
Athena.
Stay, and that softened mood will find thee friends.
Leader.
What spell upon the land wouldst have me lay
Athena.
All that brings Victory and not Dismay.
From earth and dewy sea—be this thy prayer—
From moving winds and the still dome of air
Let breaths of gladness and sweet sunlight come;
The fruit of flocks and fields round every home
Abundant flow and, year by year, be true.
The seeds of human life make fruitful, too,
Save in the ungodly: them thy Rule of Right
Shall uproot, as of old. For I delight,
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