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      To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
      From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
        Neither to change, nor flatter, nor repent;
      This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
      Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
      This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.