I distinctly heard— 
“ These are the spells by which to re-assume 
And empire o’er the disentangled doom ” 
He paused, sighing, then continued— 
“ 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.” 
The last phrase pealed trumpet-wise :  he sank 
back 
into 
thought.  “ Yes,” 
he 
said 
slowly, 
“ neither to change, nor falter, nor repent.”  I 
moved forward, and he saw me. 
“ Who are you ?”  he asked. 
“ I am travelling in the East,” I said.  “ I love 
Man also ; I have come to see you.  Who are you ?” 
He laughed pleasantly.  “ I am the child of 
many prayers.” 
There was a pause. 
I stood still, thinking. 
Here was surely the very strangest outcast of 
 
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