'This Happy Isle'

image1In my loo sits a perfectly tattered book my Grandfather Jack gifted my Grandmother, Gertrude "Trudy" written about a place close to their hearts, Sea Island Georgia. The book's title is a nod to poet Alfred Lord Tennyson's "Ulyssess" published in 1833 (excerpt below) and is perhaps a perfect tribute to an island that so many adore. Sea Island was a special place for my Grandparents and for my family when they were alive as described in this archived post.

"...The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is 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."
- Tennyson's "Ulysses"