Invictus

 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
 

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Monika Schott PhD on Wednesday, 26 August 2020 01:18

Beautiful ?

Beautiful ?
Rosy Cole on Sunday, 30 August 2020 12:52

Loving Shepherd of Thy sheep,
Keep Thy lamb, in safety keep;
Nothing can Thy power withstand,
None can pluck me from Thy hand.


Jane Elizabeth Leeson (1809 - 1881)

[i]Loving Shepherd of Thy sheep, Keep Thy lamb, in safety keep; Nothing can Thy power withstand, None can pluck me from Thy hand.[/i] Jane Elizabeth Leeson (1809 - 1881)
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Beautiful ?