A Parody Of Henley's Invictus

By Dorothea Day

Out of the light that dazzles me ,
Bright as the sun from pale to pale ,
I thank the God I know to be
For Christ the conqueror of my soul .
Since His the sway of circumstance
I would not wince nor cry aloud .
Under the rule which men call chance
My head with joy is humbly bowed .
Beyond this place of sin and tears --
That life with Him ! and His the aid ,
That spite the menace of the years ,
Keeps , and shall keep , me unafraid .
I shall not fear , though straight the gate ;
He cleared from punishments the scroll .
Christ is the Master of my fate ;
Christ is the captain of my soul .