Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
April gave background on the poem, which gives it extra power.
Okay, so it's been hit and miss
11 years ago
Thank you for posting this! Over dinner, I was telling my husband and step-daughter about it. Then I discovered it so easily-accessible on your blog and was able to read it to them. :)
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