November 13, 2016

Onward

... 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 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.

-- Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 13, 2016 3:02 AM
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Serendipity. A friend of mine from law school and I both turned 60 this month. We always send each other goofy birthday cards. This year I sent the usual funny card but inside wrote these lines from Ulysses. I don't quite know how to do this "aging" thing but I am hoping to rally--to be of good cheer--to have the courage to sail new waters...

Posted by: rigeldog at November 13, 2016 11:29 AM