And find the shores, which India's billows wear,—
Ev'n there thy presence will around me flow.—
If I should say,—"night's veil will me conceal;"
Yet in thy view the darkness shall be light,
And deepest gloom will shine like flood of day.—
Thy presence, Lord, then let me ever feel
Each budding, sinful aim and thought to blight,
And urge to deeds of holy, blest array.
9. THE PROMETHEUS CHAINED OF AESCHYLUS.