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From great one of the gods whose eye
Vainly any seek to fly.
Antistrophe II.
That were a fight not to be fought,
A trackless path too hard to tread,
Nor know we to what pass were brought 935 (925)
One so bested:
For how could such as we escape
From designs that Zeus should shape?
Prometheus.
And yet, despite his stubborn pride, one day
Shall Zeus be humbled. He is set to wed 940 (929)
With such a wedding as shall shake him down
From throne and kingship, a forgotten thing,
And to the full shall be wrought out the curse
Of his father Kronos, which he called on him
When he was driven from his ancient throne. 945 (933)
And from these troubles none among the gods,
But I, can plainly show him an escape.
I know it and the way. Now after this
Let him throne it in assurance, confident
In his skyborne thunderpeals, and brandishing 950 (937)
