I have mentioned before that my husband gave me a desk calendar with a poem for each day of the year. Today's is taken from Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson, and I'd like to quote part of it for all of us with greying temples who feel sometimes that our best is well behind us:
Though much is taken, much abides; and thoughI don't know about you, but it makes my heart swell with renewed vim and determination for the ongoing battle against entrenched Luddism...
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."