However skilled and strong art thou, my foe, <br />However fierce is thy relentless hate <br />Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straight <br />Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow, <br />To pierce the target of my heart, ah! know <br />I am the master yet of my own fate. <br />Thou canst not rob me of my best estate, <br />Though fortune, fame and friends, yea love shall go. <br /> <br />Not to the dust shall my true self be hurled; <br />Nor shall I meet thy worst assaults dismayed. <br />When all things in the balance are well weighed, <br />There is but one great.danger in the world- <br />Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, <br />That is the only evil that can kill.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unconquered/
