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« on: June 07, 2015, 12:01:41 pm »

I'm sure that many of you here know this poem by heart, but I am just discovering it and am blown away. I thought that perhaps I would share for anyone that hasn't heard/read it yet.

Invictus ~ poem by William Ernest Henley with text

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.
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