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To: Alamo-Girl

Invictus

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,
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.

-- William Ernest Henley

And This one...sums it up.

I Am Not Dead
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am diamond glints of snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds encircled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

Source unknown

You left Deism off your list.


47 posted on 03/07/2006 12:26:10 AM PST by KDD (A wink is as good as a nod to a blind horse.)
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To: KDD
Thank you for the beautiful poetry!

You left Deism off your list.

Indeed. What is the Diest view of "How it all ends?"
125 posted on 03/07/2006 11:32:53 PM PST by Alamo-Girl
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