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, Clinton, is to be
      Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
      This is alone Life; Joy, Empire, and Victory!