Monday, July 6, 2015

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield




Alfred, Lord Tennyson




Some work of noble note may yet be done

Not unbecoming men that strove with gods....


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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