...pole, I thank whatever gods may. he For my unconqnerable soul. " In the fell clutch of circnnutance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings...Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Honor of the shade, And yet the menace of the yean Finds and shall find me unafraid. " It matters not...

...be afraid. Man, will there cease to be force in this man's message, that is so simple and so true ? Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit...thank whatever Gods may be For my unconquerable soul. # # # # • Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace...

...covered with whitewash, in the pantry of the prison, formerly the chapel of the Hodesta, at Florence. ' Out of the night that covers me. Black as the pit...bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. " It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my...

...sincerity that word of William Ernest Henley, to me the greatest spiritual declaration in any language: "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit...thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. I have not winced nor cried aloud, Beneath the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed....

...giving doses small enough not to give a reaction. So far I have seen no ill effects, but good results. INVICTUS Out of the night that covers me, Black as...circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud; Under the bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but...

...Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass." — TENNYSON. "In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced...the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbow'd." — HENLEY. These lines are, I grant, hard to read well and still harder to sing, but the...

...a wit, a humorist, and a sick man. Voila le chanteur i/e la nuit ! OUT OF THE NICHT THA T COVERS ME Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit...circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud : Under the bludgconings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but...

...say, I find it much more difficult to recite poetry, I suppose because its rhythm is harder to give. "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit...pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be, For my unconquered soul. "In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced or cried aloud Under the bludgeonings...

...- forgive.' " " FORGIVENESS to the injured doth belong: They never pardon who have done the wrong." OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the pit...winced, nor cried aloud : Under the bludgeonings of life My head is bloody, but not bowed. It matters not how straight the gate, Nor what is written on...

...and the range and character of its implicit conclusions, take the following poem of WE Henley : — " Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit...circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud ; Under the bludgeouings of chance My head is bloody, but not bowed. " Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms...