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Invictus
by William Ernest Henley 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. |
My Captain
by Dorothy Day Out of the light that dazzles me, Bright as the sun from pole to pole, I thank the God I know to be, For Christ – the Conqueror of my soul. Since His the sway of circumstance, I would not wince nor cry aloud. Under the rule which men call chance, My head, with joy, is humbly bowed. Beyond this place of sin and tears, That Life with Him and His the Aid, That, spite the menace of the years, Keeps, and will keep me unafraid. I have no fear though straight the gate: He cleared from punishment the scroll. Christ is the Master of my fate! Christ is the Captain of my soul! |
Our Way Out
by Alma Turner out of the blight that captured me bleak as a pit from pole to pole I thank the Way that came to me for the Path that saves my soul. moved past the grip of circumstance (at times with wince and cry aloud) shows under pain the Master's dance my soul, with joy, sings out while bowed. beyond this world of ups and downs is life with God whose love's appeared in Him, in those who us surround in midst of troubles brought each year. we share a trust, as straight's our path secure that witness does reveal water, truth extracts cruel wrath, His Body lives, love's wonder real. |