Hope you enjoy the following poem, it is one of my many favourites. I will feature new ones now and then, so watch this space!
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.
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"Forsan miseros meliora sequentur. (For those in misery perhaps better things will follow.)"
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