Saturday, May 25, 2013

REAL VICTORY


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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