Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world...
for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, 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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson