To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
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 great 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 (1792 - 1822)