To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;

To forgive wrongs darker than death or nights



To defy power, which seems omnipotent;

To love, and bear, to Hope til Hope creates

From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;

neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;

This, like they glory, Titan, is to be

Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;

This is alone Life, Joy,Empire, and Victory

From Prometheus Unbound

Percy Bysshe Shelley


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