And this was her favorite verse:
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, 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!
It is from "Prometheus Unbound" a lyric drama
by Percy B. Shelley
It has taken me many years to realize
why Cousin Winifred loved it so. Now I know.
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