Tho'We are not now that strength that 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.
Tho'We are not now that strength that 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.
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear She is coming, my life, my fate, The red rose cries, She is near, she is near'And the white rose weeps, She is late'.
For man is man and master of his fate.
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