To Strive, To Seek

[Intro] An old sail lifts in evening flame, The sea still calls my name. [Poem] It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone. [Refrain] Beyond the sunset, beyond the foam, The heart still seeks its farther home. To strive, to seek, to find the star, And not to yield, however far. [Poem] 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. [Instrumental Interlude] [Poem] 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. [Bridge] Let the old sail rise, let the strings grow wide, Let the western stars become the tide. No harsh battle, no broken cry, Only brave hearts under the sky. [Final Refrain] Beyond the sunset, beyond the foam, The heart still seeks its farther home. To strive, to seek, to find the star, And not to yield, however far. [Outro] The sail grows small, the stars are bright, Still we go into the night.