We can only hope that we see the light,
And fear that we will lose the heart we have.
Let death be your motivation to fight,
A wolf to a rabbit, a trance you clave.

Farewell to the dreams, farewell to the trials.
Live now, a time to be meek and mild.

For the full poem go here: https://www.theodysseyonline.com/poetry-on-the-odyssey-we-will-never-grow-old