ULYSSES
It is for you to choose whether you will rust and atrophy — or shine with use. I hold up for you the marvelous words of Tennyson’s poem, Ulysses, which speaks to us of the return of the Greek hero after the Trojan wars. He has now come home and it is quiet and dull and boring compared with his previous life. He considers some heroic new challenge before life ends. It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched 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 enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim…
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