And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
The year is dying in the night.
What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.