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.
Excerpt from Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson
In the spirit of Come, My Friends
HomeBoy's Adventures Volume 2 continues