From brief delights that rise to me <br />Out of unfathomable dole, <br />I thank whatever gods there be <br />For mine unconquerable soul. <br />In the strong clutch of Circumstance <br />It has not winced, nor groaned aloud. <br />Before the blows of eyeless chance <br />My head is bloody, but unbowed. <br />I front unfeared the threat of space <br />And dwindle into dark again. <br />My work is done, I take my place <br />Among the years that wait for men. <br />My life, my broken life must be <br />One unsuccourable dole. <br />I thank the gods- they gave to me <br />A dauntless and defiant soul.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thanksgiving-2/
