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

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

Though much is taken, much abides; and though 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.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

The old order changes yielding place to new.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.

Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.