Prelude lyrics

by

Percy Bysshe Shelley


To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
This is to be
Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory
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