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From Ulysses by
Alfred Lord Tennyson
...Come, my friends,
'Tis not too
late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in
order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To
sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western
stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us
down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see
the great Achilles, whom we knew
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth
and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of
heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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