Invictus
by William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)
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.
Awesome and encouraging message, it uplifts me and gives me an extra boost of faith when I need it. I love it!
1 comment:
I love all the posts so far. I think the 50's picture is great. I also love the picture of Ryanna. She is so cute and can tell she is just a special little gir. Tell Ryan Congradulations. Anyway, this poem reminded me of English class with Mrs. Fulmer(?) We had to memorize and recite it to the class. Thanks for allt he fun updates.
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