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Born when the blood of Medusa outpouring,Showed where the weapon of Perseus had riven,Steed of Bellerophon, heavenward soaring,Carried on wings by the gods’ favor given,When thy bold rider, -the dragon defeated,-Claimed as hi meed with immortals to dwell,Proudly thou spurnedst him; baffled, unseated,Dashed again earthwards he impotent fell.Thee for our emblem we choose to remind us.Each to aspire to a loftier height,Leaving the base and ignoble behind us- Al that may clog us or fetter our flight…