A song of victory

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.