Found Words – Byron

Byron’s poetry — read by Lincoln — via Kaplan:

“He ascends to mountain-tops, shall find
The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;
He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.
Though high above the sun of glory glow,
And far beneath the earth and ocean spread,
Round him are ice rocks, and loudly blow
Contending tempests on his naked head,
And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.” 

and

“There is the moral of all human tales;
‘Tis but the same rehearsal of the past,
First freedom, and then Glory–when that fails,
Wealth, vice, corruption–barbarism at last…”

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