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Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world, / Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods have hurled / The evils of old festering lands-yea, hurled them in their might / And left him standing all alone, to set the wrong things right.
It is the way the Fates have done since first Time's race began! / They open up Pandora's box before some chosen man; / And then, aloof, they wait and watch, to see if he will find / And wake the slumbering God that dwells in every mortal's mind.