Death closes all
But something ere the end
Some work of noble note may yet be done
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Come my friends
T'is 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.
Tho' much is taken much abides And tho' 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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