There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
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. 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. Thoβ much is taken, much abides; and thoβ We are not now that strength which in old days Movβd 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.
Much have I seen and known - cities of men and manners, climates, councils, governments.
