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INVICTUS

The poem "Invictus" describes a soul that remains unconquered and unafraid despite facing adversity, darkness, and the threats of time. The soul declares that it is the master of its own fate and the captain of its soul. The response poem "The Soul's Captain" questions this soul's claim of independence, reminding it that without Christ's sacrifice it would not exist. While free will is given, all souls ultimately belong to God, who alone can guide the soul rightly as its true captain.

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INVICTUS

The poem "Invictus" describes a soul that remains unconquered and unafraid despite facing adversity, darkness, and the threats of time. The soul declares that it is the master of its own fate and the captain of its soul. The response poem "The Soul's Captain" questions this soul's claim of independence, reminding it that without Christ's sacrifice it would not exist. While free will is given, all souls ultimately belong to God, who alone can guide the soul rightly as its true captain.

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INVICTUS by William E.

Henley

Out of the night that covers me, Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Black as the Pit from pole to pole, Looms but the Horror of the shade,
I thank whatever gods may be And yet the menace of the years
For my unconquerable soul. Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

In the fell clutch of circumstance, It matters not how strait the gate,
I have not winced nor cried aloud. How charged with punishments the scroll,
Under the bludgeonings of chance I am the master of my fate:
My head is bloody, but unbowed. I am the captain of my soul.

THE SOUL'S CAPTAIN [The Answer]


by Elder Orson F. Whitney of the Quorum of the Twelve
Art thou in truth? Then what of him Men are as bubbles on the wave,
Who bought thee with his blood? As leaves upon the tree.
Who plunged into devouring seas Thou, captain of thy soul, forsooth
And snatched thee from the flood? Who gave that place to thee?

Who bore for all our fallen race Free will is thine -- free agency
What none but him could bear. – To wield for right or wrong;
The God who died that man might live, But thou must answer unto him
And endless glory share? To whom all souls belong.

Of what avail thy vaunted strength, Bend to the dust that head "unbowed,"
Apart from his vast might? Small part of Life's great whole!
Pray that his Light may pierce the gloom, And see in him, and him alone,
That thou mayest see aright. The Captain of thy soul.

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