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And when thy mightiest creation thou Wert fain to body forth,--the dauntless form, The all-enduring, all-forgiving brow Of the great Titan, flinchless in the storm Of pangs unspeakable and nameless hates, Yet rent by all the wrongs and woes of men, And triumphing in his pain, that so their fates Might be assuaged,--oh then Out of that vast compassionate heart of thine Thou wert constrained to shape the dream benign.