Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me, In the fell clutch of circumstance Beyond this place of wrath and tears It matters not how strait the gate,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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Suza Thank you so much for visiting my blog!! I adore your site and am looking forward to checking out some of your beautiful books. It's so wonderful to connect with like souls. I appreciate it and will definitely be back to visit. Sheila
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