Theos-Talk Archives (February 2009 Message tt00187)

Pedro

Thank you very much for this, it is just what I was needing rigth now
 
Best Regards
 
Raquel
 

--- El vie, 13/2/09, Pedro Oliveira <prmoliveira@yahoo.com> escribió:

De: Pedro Oliveira <prmoliveira@yahoo.com>
Asunto: Theos-World A Theosophical Poem?
Para: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com
Fecha: viernes, 13 febrero, 2009 6:13






Invictus 

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, 1 
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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