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William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

Invictus


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
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  • Camilo Bohorquez (5/8/2013 11:09:00 AM)

    Sedric Ramey, I agree. I learned of this poem in High School and have always loved it without thinking of how it prophesies that I can do it all on my own. That is not true all things are only possible with God. Since High School I have learned to recite this poem in my head a little differently.

    I thank the God i know to be
    for my unconquerable soul

    He [God] is the master of my fate
    He [God] is the captain of my soul. (Report) Reply

  • Sedric Ramey (4/21/2013 9:49:00 PM)

    It's a great poem for someone who doesn't believe in God because the Bible clearly says we don't own, ourselves.(Psalm 24) . My fellow Christians and I are bought with a price by God and we ought to want Him to be the captain of our souls, just read 1 Corinthians 15-20. (Report) Reply

  • Andrea Scarpa (4/8/2013 6:14:00 PM)

    Probably my favorite of all poems, such noble grace in words, so much accuracy in depicting the strain and the pain, so much strength and moving power, simply amazing (Report) Reply

  • Alan Workman (2/22/2013 10:54:00 PM)

    Two months ago I had open heart surgery. It lasted twice as long as expected because of complications…now I take multiple medications daily to stay alive. But I am Alive…I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. (Report) Reply

  • Terriyanah Davis (2/19/2013 6:22:00 PM)

    This poem is about how many people try to tear thos person down but he is showing them that he is undefeated. (Report) Reply

  • Tiffany T (1/29/2013 7:45:00 PM)

    No matter what the odds, no matter who I face, i will never give in to it. I will always stay strong. I will always be me. (Report) Reply

  • Teryn Myers (11/14/2012 1:44:00 PM)

    My dad liked this poem, he died in 2006, and I only just now read the poem. I understand a little more about the man I didnt get to know in life. He had a hard life his father and mother were drunks, therefore he became a drunk, but he was very proud and never bowed his head. My father the master of his fate, the captian of his soul. (Report) Reply

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  • Ruby Honeytip (10/30/2012 10:05:00 AM)

    An internal locus of control is always a beautiful and masterful thing to behold: -) (Report) Reply

  • Karen Wood (9/15/2012 5:27:00 PM)

    I have loved this poem since reading it for the first time over thirty years ago. It is very stirring. Another which creates the same feeling for me is The Last Hero by GK Chesterton. (Report) Reply

  • E. James (9/12/2012 12:44:00 PM)

    I like this poem by W. E. Henley a lot.... still, I read a response by Orson F. Whitney, that is a beautiful Christian response to Invictus. I can be the captain of my soul, or, as Carrie Underwood sang, Jesus Take the Wheel and let Him be the Captain of my soul. I prefer and have always been blessed by choosing Him.

    Art thou in truth?
    Then what of Him who bought thee with His blood?
    Who plunged into devouring seas
    And snatched thee from the flood,
    Who bore for all our fallen race
    What none but Him could bear—
    That God who died that man might live
    And endless glory share.
    Of what avail thy vaunted strength
    Apart from His vast might?
    Pray that His light may pierce the gloom
    That thou mayest see aright.
    Men are as bubbles on the wave,
    As leaves upon the tree,
    Thou, captain of thy soul! Forsooth,
    Who gave that place to thee?
    Free will is thine—free agency,
    To wield for right or wrong;
    But thou must answer unto Him
    To whom all souls belong.
    Bend to the dust that “head unbowed, ”
    Small part of life’s great whole,
    And see in Him and Him alone,
    The captain of thy soul. (Report) Reply

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