MASTER OF HIS FATE.
Oat of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. Io the full clutch of circumstance I have not winced or cried aloud ; Under thebludtreoniogs 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 «m the master of my fate ; I am the captain of my soul. W, E. fcIKWIT*
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Tuapeka Times, Volume XXV, Issue 1978, 8 March 1893, Page 4
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109MASTER OF HIS FATE. Tuapeka Times, Volume XXV, Issue 1978, 8 March 1893, Page 4
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