You ARE Precious! Jr. High IS Hard. YOU will Make It! I LOVE YOU! And just think, 7th Grade is OVER and You Survived. NOW- let's have FUN this Summer!
Love- Mom
Invictus
William Ernest Henley 1849-1903
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.
1 comment:
OK< I cry every time I hear or read this poem, it is one of my favorites. thanks for writting it on your blog, and GOOD LUCK MADI I know you will do wonderful next year!
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