Campanula Alba

                          ...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.

       (Alfred Tennyson Ulysses)

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