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.
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OOOOh...Im first
heyyyyyyyyyyyy...I recited this in the 7th grade and was scared to death. Very very powerful, spiritually i had to question the last part, but it is tight!
Too bad noone ever stepped up and found out who wrote it. I hope it wasn't some deranged serial killer or a genocidal maniac...LOL
Thanks for allowing me to relive old times and read it again.
I told you that you provide me with inspirational offerings daily!
I'm glad you enjoyed that. Have a blessed day!
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