...came to St. Paul by Damascus bidding him to stand upon his feet. "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever...bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed." There speaks the man in sore need of being brought into right relations with a Heavenly Father, if...

...and to sing with Mr. Henley, that modern apostle of passive fortitude : " I thank whatever Rods there be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of...circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the blndgeonlnga of chance My head is bloody bnt unbowed ?" It is distressing to find what uupleasant vices...

...Presently he broke out in a voice that throbbed thickly with emotion— " 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 " He had found the music that matched his mood. He chanted— " It matters not how strait the gate,...

...of response in every true, manly soul, than Henley's lyric : " Out of the dark that covers me Blaok as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul." Courage, sheer, dauntless, inexhaustible, was the supreme glory of Calvary, the one thing which all...

...of the Law, or closer conformity with it. CHAPTER IX. THE EGO. "Out of the night that shelters me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods there be For my unconquerable soul." The much repetition of the foregoing pages would be unpardonable...

...to her curiously passionless, he repeated the lines in question: "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...

...spirit, if not in the words of the Spartan poet of to-day : — " 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." Ay, thanks to the Inspirer, to the darkling Supporter and Sustainer,...

...followed by the composition of his best-known poem, reading thus : "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever...but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of tine years Finds and shall find me unafraid. "It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with...

...of the Odyssey. WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY 842. Invictus b. 1849 ^~\UT of the night that covers me, ^-^ Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever...the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbow'd. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace...

...the ages is interpreted. In it is the audacious challenge to life of a William Ernest Henley : — " In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced...bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed." 8 In it is the pathetic counter-pleading against life of a Matthew Arnold : — 1 John xvi. 33. 2 Rom....