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MEN are made human by the mighty fall
The mighty passion led to, these remain.
The despot at the last assaulted wall,
By long disaster is made man again;
The faithful fool who follows the torn flag,
The woman marching by the beaten man,
Make with their truth atonement for the brag
And earn a pity for the too proud plan.
For in disaster, in the ruined will,
In the soiled shreds of what the brain conceived,
Something above the wreck is steady still,
Bright above all that cannot be retrieved;
Grandeur of soul, a touching of the star
That good days cover but by which we are.
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