15 July 2009

My Favorite Poem


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 unbow'd.

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
(1849 - 1903)

3 comments:

  1. That's a really cool poem, very powerful words. :)

    Yay, I'm glad you're blogging! :)

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  2. I remember hearing another poem inspired by this one about Christ being the "Master of my soul".

    Here it is:

    Writing a half-century later, Elder Orson F. Whitney replied with these lines:

    Art thou in truth? Then what of him
    Who bought thee with his blood?
    Who plunged into devouring seas
    And snatched thee from the flood?


    Who bore for all our fallen race
    What none but him could bear.—
    The God who died that man might live,
    And endless glory share?


    Of what avail thy vaunted strength,
    Apart from his vast might?
    Pray that his Light may pierce the gloom,
    That thou mayest see aright.


    Men are as bubbles on the wave,
    As leaves upon the tree.
    Thou, captain of thy soul, forsooth!
    Who gave that place to thee?


    Free will is thine—free agency,
    To wield for right or wrong;
    But thou must answer unto him
    To whom all souls belong.


    Bend to the dust that head “unbowed,”
    Small part of Life’s great whole!
    And see in him, and him alone,
    The Captain of thy soul.

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