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T length then to the wide earth's extreme bounds,

To Scythia are we come, those pathless wilds

Where human footstep never mark’d the ground.

Now, Vulcan, to thy task; at Jove’s command

Fix to these high-projecting rocks this vain

Artificer of man; each massy link

Draw close, and bind his adamantine chains.

The radiant pride, the fiery flame, that lends

Its aid to ev'ry art, he stole, and bore

The gift to mortals; for which bold offence

The gods assign him this just punishment;