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The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts
And this the world calls phrensy; but the wise
What is it but the telescope of truth?
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
Through that which had been death to many men,
He held his dialogues; and they did teach
My dream was past; it had no further change. It was of a strange order, that the doom
Of these two creatures should be thus traced out Almost like a reality-the one
To end in madness-both in misery.
TITAN! to whose immortal eyes
Were not as things that gods despise;
Which speaks but in its loneliness,
Titan! to thee the strife was given
Was thine-and thou hast borne it well.
Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
The sum of human wretchedness,
Still in thy patient energy,
In the endurance, and repulse
Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,
A mighty lesson we inherit:
Thou art a symbol and a sign
To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
Itself-an equal to all woes,