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Timebinder, v. 1, Issue 2, 1945
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[boxed text] (My favorite poem. -- E. E. E.) INVICTUS by William Ernest Henly Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever Gods there be For my unconquerable soul! In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of fate 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 straight the gate, How charged with punishment the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul! [/boxed text]
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[boxed text] (My favorite poem. -- E. E. E.) INVICTUS by William Ernest Henly Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever Gods there be For my unconquerable soul! In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of fate 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 straight the gate, How charged with punishment the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul! [/boxed text]
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