To forgive
wrongs darker than death and night;
To suffer woes that hope thinks infinite;
To love and
bear; to hope till hope creates
From her own wrecks the thing she
contemplates;
Never to change, nor falter, nor repent,
This, like
thy glory, Titan, is to be
Good, brave
and joyous, beautiful and free;
This above
life, love, empire and victory.
Shelley.
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