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Joy, Thou Spark From Heav'n Immortal, Daughter Of Elysium! Drunk With Fire, Toward Heaven Advancing Goddess, To Thy Shrine We Come. Thy Sweet Magic Brings Together What Stern Custom Spreads Afar; All Men Become Brothers Where Thy Happy Wing-beats Are.

The Greater Part Of Humanity Is Too Much Harassed And Fatigued By The Struggle With Want, To Rally Itself For A New And Sterner Struggle With Error.

Uncommon Men Require No Common Trust; Give Him But Scope And He Will Set The Bounds.

What Is Life Without The Radiance Of Love?

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.