...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...

...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...thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul." i " In the fell cluteh of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud; Under the bludgeonings of...

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...great idea — the idea that skill and strength and culture are added unto men for unselfish service. "In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced...nor cried aloud Under the bludgeonings of chance, My head is bloody, but unbowed." The Road to Tomorrow is not a blind alley or a crossed main line. It...

...quite as " personal " as the following, included among the supplementary pieces in the same volume : " i gm+ U2vXR ulF Z` = 2 x U M b_ YN4= j g< [ k/ q > E H R .h V goda may be For my unconquerable soul. " In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried...

...might, — To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life as the light. 33. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit...thank whatever gods may be, For my unconquerable soul. 34. For what has he, whose will sees clear, To do with doubt and faith and fear, Swift hopes and slow...

...ignorance, error, limitation, incapacity. Our Brother Henley, Grey Brother by Grace, once wrote this : 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. THE PHIIt matters not how strait the gate, LISTINE How charged...

...experiences, could formulate the greatest pagan cry of modern years: " 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." We know, of inmost necessity, that such a soul, in Stevenson's long and losing battle of the flesh,...

...singing, Let me be gathered to the quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene, Death. J4I To RTHB OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit...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 like a lover, he his fill shall take Where no triumphant memory lives to make OUT OF THE NIGHT. OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the pit...the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced or cried aloud; Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place...