Faith, whose firmness seemed to mock Hath past away;— the cravens bow A Goddess and above the Gods." (2) Compare with this a fragment of Eschylus : τύχα μερόπων ἀρχὰ καὶ τέρμα, τὸ καὶ σοφίας τιμὰν βροτέοις ἐπέθηκας ἔργοις. καὶ τὸ καλὸν πλέον ἢ κακὸν ἐκ σέθεν. περὶ σὰν πτέρυγα χρύσεον καὶ τὸ τεᾷ πλάστιγγι δυθὲν μακαριστότατον τελέθει, σὺ δ ̓ ἀμαχανίας πόρον εἶδες ἐν ἄλγεσι, προφερέστατα θεῶν. Frag. Inc. Ο Chance, suggesting many a plan, And Craft claims praise, the work is thine! Our woe's our own; from thee we borrow More oft the taste of joy than sorrow. Grace shines around thy golden wing, Thy wand can bliss bestow, Thy bounties to thy chosen fling The brightest lot below. And, when afflictions round us hover, 'Tis thine to point the way, And, in that midnight gloom, discover Well at thy shrine may mortals bow, ESCH. CHOEPH. But Justice holds her equal scales O'er some her vengeful might prevails, On some her vigorous judgments light, Round some, ere yet they meet their doom, The eternal shadows lower; But soon as once the genial plain Has drunk the life-blood of the slain, Indelible the spots remain, And aye for vengeance call, Till racking pangs of piercing pain What balm for him shall potent prove, The hand, polluted once with blood, Hard Fate is mine, since that dark day, my To pine afar, a captive thrall; 53 Hard Fate! to yield to heaven's decree, Oft for my slaughtered lord I mourn, Chilled by the frost of grief, with secret anguish torn! |