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 the 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.
By-William Ernest. H (Excerpt from Invictus)
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