It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.1
To R. T. H. B.
Note 1. Arise, O Soul, and gird thee up anew, Though the black camel Death kneel at thy gate; No beggar thou that thou for alms shouldst sue: Be the proud captain still of thine own fate. James Benjamin Kenyon. [back]