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The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts
holy is a fearful gift;
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
My dream was past; it had no further change.
TITAN! to whose immortal eyes
The sufferings of mortality,
Seen in their sad reality,
Which speaks but in its loneliness,
Until its voice is echoless.
Titan! to thee the strife was given
Between the suffering and the will,
Which torture where they cannot kill;
The wretched gift eternity
Was thine and thou hast borne it well.
Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
To render with thy precepts less
The sum of human wretchedness,
Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
A mighty lesson we inherit : Thou art a symbol and a sign
To Mortals of their fate and force;
A troubled stream from a pure source;