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 From great one of the gods whose eye

Vainly any seek to fly.

That were a fight not to be fought,

A trackless path too hard to tread,

Nor know we to what pass were brought

One so bested:

For how could such as we escape

From designs that Zeus should shape?

And yet, despite his stubborn pride, one day

Shall Zeus be humbled. He is set to wed

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.

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