Food for Thought
Of Fortitude = ‘unconquered’, Out of the night that covers meBlack as the pit from pole to pole.I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquered soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance,I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeoning’s of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the yearsFinds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate,How charged with…